I bolt upright. “I get it, Stella. Alright. Please, for the love of all that is holy, please stop talking about your freaking period.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. This is not helping my headache. A few seconds of silence pass, and I sneak a peek at Stella. She’s smirking like a kid who’d set a tack in the teacher’s chair. “You sure? Cause you don’t even want to know what happened when I got into the car.” “I swear to God, Stella, I will jump out of this car—” “Okay, okay. You don’t have to be such a man-baby about it. Periods are a perfectly natural—
