Tyler

I slammed my locker harder than I intended, but the sound barely registered over everything else—the banging lockers, the loud laughter, and water splashing somewhere in the locker room like someone had left the showers running too long.

I wasn’t surprised about the buzz the pictures from Brooklyn’s party had created. I’d been tagged aggressively against my own wish.

And my effort to make it tone down a bit—replying to that one comment—only made it worse.

Because now they knew I saw all their comments, so the comments just kept coming.

And at school…it was worse.

I mean, worse in a good kind of way.

The party had been...