ROSALINE

If my emotions were the ocean, then I was the little girl drowning inside of it, helpless to the core. Feeling insulted was an understatement, and most of the pain that I felt didn't fully stem from whatever Gerald's mother had said. It hurt more because she'd just voiced out all I'd been thinking to myself.

"Rosaline, listen to me!" Gerald's voice called from behind me again, but I was too flustered to stop, though I was aware that I had no means of getting home without him.

It just hurt too much to see his face after I'd messed things up and somehow proved that their opinion of...