By the time I made it inside the photo had already started moving. I knew because the whole house changed before anyone said a word. Phones were out and heads were bent together. Whispers moved faster than I thought possible and I didn’t need to see the photo to know what it was.
Me and Drake. Standing too close and looking too comfortable.
Being something that was no one else’s business.
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a drink from the fridge. Two girls near the table went quiet so fast it was almost funny.
“Don’t stop on my account.” I said and one of them looked at the other.
“We weren’t talking about you.” One of them said.
“That’s weird. Because guilty looks usually mean guilty mouths.” I said.
The blonde one flushed and shoved her phone back in her pocket. I leaned
