Noah

I found out how bad it was in third period.

Not from Jessa. Not from Mariah.

From Reyes, who slid into the seat next to me like he was delivering breaking news.

“Dude,” he said, lowering his voice, “what’s this crap about Jessa paying you to date her?”

I just stared at him.

“…What?”

He held up his phone. “It’s all over Snap. And TikTok. And apparently half the girls in junior year group chats are having a field day with it.”

My stomach ...