"I swear to God, if I see that prick again, I’m going to zip-tie his ankles to the bumper of my car and drag him through the campus gravel,” says my best friend, pacing the length of our dorm room like a caged panther. "No–better yet, I’ll hire a black-market surgeon to perform an unsanctioned vasectomy on him while he sleeps. See how much he likes ghosting people then!"
I sit huddled on the edge of my mattress, clasping my hands tightly in my lap, watching Jade wear a groove into the carpet. She’s been at this non-stop for the past five minutes–ever since I finally cracked and confessed how Trey acted so weird yesterday when he dropped me off at the Me N U Diner, and how I haven't heard a peep from him since.
Looking at the murderous glint in Jade’s eyes right now, I genuinely think she
