Sireen’s POV

I enter the bathroom stall farthest from the door and lock myself inside because the last thing I want to do is have to see another person or have another person see the huge wet patch behind my pants and react in whatever way.

I could cry, but I already expected this. My video is still up online, and there was still the fight in Trevor’s parents’ house yesterday which he blames me for. Unbuttoning my pants, I pull them halfway and as my bare thighs are kissed by the cold, I hold on a wince and squeeze the cloth. I bring my hand to my nose and...