“Can you not tell anyone? Please?” I barely managed to whisper the words. Even to me they sounded pitiful and unconvincing. Who would hold back on this piece of gossip? I knew my reputation. Straight As. Varsity volleyball. Captain of the debate team. Clear skin, nice hair, cute nose. Most Liked and Most Likely to Succeed. Which meant that as much as everyone pretended to love me, most of them couldn’t wait for me to mess up.
