“Chris, what’s wrong?”

“That little prick Croy Anderson was spreading rumors about you two today, and I happened to overhear him.”

I take another step, and she tries back away further, but she’s run out of room.

“What did he say?” she asks, her eyes widening.

“Said he gave you that mark on your neck. Said your pussy was still cherry, and he was going to get it Saturday after the dance. Know anything about ...