“No amount of perfume or cologne coating the press of people sitting around me could cover the strong wax floor and decades old sweat scents that permeated the room. I didn’t have a clue what Mr. Wallum was talking about. I’d totally zoned out from the boring words. Then again, I’d spent most of the day in a haze. Many parts of my life—from losing my dreams and Lainey’s friendship, to being attacked in the woods and now my dad texting me—were being tossed and jerked around, just like my dirty cl...othes in the washer last night. And just like my freshly laundered clothes I’d pulled out of the dryer, I wanted my life to go back to being neat and squeaky clean. Instead, it seemed to be headed in the “wrinkled with set-in stains” direction.Pretending to be engrossed in the principal’s less-than-fascinating speech was easier than thinking too much about Lainey not speaking to me, Ethan ditching my game, or the reason behind that stupid text message. It’s not like I hadn’t already considered other possibilities for the text I received last night; like maybe it was someone’s idea of a sick joke.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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