I could barely focus as I drove to Jake’s house. I was the equivalent of a drunk frat boy because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the taste of his lips on mine and it made me uneasy. I hated feeling that way. I briefly wondered if I was doing the right thing by going to Jake but I didn’t know where else to go. I knew I would have to give my father an explanation but for the time being, I didn’t want to think about it.

Jake’s house was massive. It was roughly the ...