By the time I got to school, I'd finally convinced my legs to work like normal again. Sort of. The ache in my body was still there from last night's pleasure, but I told myself it wasn't obvious. No one could tell.
Except June.
The first thing I saw was her cornering Marcus near the lockers, her voice echoing down the hallway.
"Why didn't you reply to my text last night? I literally sent you a picture. A picture, Marcus!"
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "I was babysitting Alia, June. Do you know what an eight-year-old on a sugar high is like? I barely survived."
June crossed her arms. "That's not an excuse. You could've just sent a heart emoji. Something. Anything. Instead, you decided to ghost me and leave my text on delivered."
June spotted me first. Her whole face lit up, and before I could even wave, she squealed and threw herself into my arms. "Ash! My favorite person is here. The one person that wouldn't ghost me."
