Jake

I sat at the middle table with Madison’s hand on my neck. Miller and the rest of the guys were arguing about how many kegs we could get into the lake house without the neighbors calling the cops, but I couldn’t focus. The noise in the cafeteria was just a dull hum in the background.

“Jake, look at me when I’m talking,” Madison said. She pulled my face toward hers, her fingers digging in just enough to be felt. She looked annoyed, her eyes scanning my face for whatever was ...