After warning my friend not to ever pick up the calls I was ignoring, I rushed to the bathroom and freshened up.
“At least I got you to shower!” She shouted from outside the bathroom door. “Your crush is going to be there; it won't be cute if you go there smelling like bad breath,” she added.
Okay, so there's a guy who has a crush on me. We met at orientation, and he was a second-year student; he's actually one of the hosts of the party, but I wasn't interested in anyone but my mother's brother.
But of course I couldn't tell her that; she would stop being my friend immediately, and she didn't know how to keep a secret. I would literally lose everything, including my parents, if they found out I had a crush on my uncle. Like tops, Grandma would send me to a mental clinic.
And yes, I wen
