One boy. One girl. One night. One party. One mistake. Huge problem. Oops.
"Chloe, you don't look so good." My best-friend Charlotte said to me, with a worried expression on her face. She knows me too well, she knows when I'm happy or sad or upset or when I'm sick. She's the best-friend any girl could wish for, i can tell her anything right? She'll help me through this, help me tell Dean and tell my parents. Yeah, i can trust her.
I take a deep breath, square my shoulders, straighten my spine and look her in the eye. "Well, Char, I'm not looking so good because I'm not feeling so good."
Charlotte's eyes widen ever so slightly and takes a step forward to place her well manicured hands onto the tops of my skinny arms. "What's wrong Chloe? You can talk to me."
Well here goes nothing...
