CYNTHIA'S P O V

Stef walked out of the bedroom, already dressed up and with her make-up applied perfectly, only to see me in tears. ‘‘Hey, Cynthia? What’s wrong?’’ she asked concernedly, taking a seat on my bed and hugging me.

‘‘It's Seb… h-he asked me to go home today, and if I don’t, he’s going to tell our parents about me and Jake, and worse, Tori…’’

She tightened her grip on me and started to caress my back in a soothing way. ‘‘Oh, ...