"You really said that?" Alyssa gapes before shoveling the last of my enchilada into her mouth. It's been sitting untouched in the refrigerator for days. "To Dr. H?" she mumbles around a mouthful of tortilla, cheese, and chicken.
I swing away from her as she sits on the couch in our living room. "Yup."
"Damn, girl!" she hoots, slapping her thigh. "You are seriously my hero!"
I tunnel my fingers through my hair and groan. Days later and I'm still reeling from the encounter in the bathroom at El Toro.
"No, I'm not." I spin toward her again as I continue to pace. A mixture of nerves and nausea makes it impossible to sit still.
My bestie shakes her head. "Are you kidding me? Everyone on campus has heard the rumors about Hayes. It's about time someone called her out on her bullshit."