GWENETH
It's Friday, 6pm. I'm in my room lying in bed with Archangel by MEKJO blasting into my ear drums. I have no intention of going to Wolfe's party.
Wolfe and Sloane had been on my back about it at school today. I told them that I would try to make it. But I won't be going.
That would mean I have not learned lessons enough. If I had not gone to that sleepover at Courtney's house those nude photos would not have existed. Calix would not have had something to threaten me with.
It would have all gone differently.
I do the breathing exercise that is said to clear one's mind as I want to stop thinking about that. I hear Dad's voice shouting to call my attention through the insane loudness of my earphones. Seeing him at the door I take it off.
Before I could laugh at the sight of him in the apron and kitchen gloves powdered with flour, he informs.
