Noah

By the time I got home, my head felt like it had been run through a blender.

Not because anything terrible had happened.

Not because Jessa and I had fought.

Not even because the whispers had gotten worse.

It was because everything was loud.

The school. The looks. The way people suddenly thought they were entitled to opinions about my life. About her.

About us.

I tossed my keys on the counter and stood there for a second, staring at nothing. My mom was still at work, ...