WHO TO BLAME

Kayla

Bianca and Ashley returned to the room, throwing dead glares at me and mumbling some inaudible words to each other.

I remained on my bed, with my gaze fixed on the book I held in my hands. My attention wasn’t on the book, it was on them.

I had to think of what their next line of action would be, but nothing was coming.

“What did you do back there?” Ashley suddenly asked and darted her attention to me.

A large lump went down my throat as I lifted my gaze and stared at her, pretending as though I had no idea that she just spoke to me.

“Why did we suddenly start taking off our clothes?” Bianca asked and gazed at me suspiciously, as though she was already certain that I was the person responsible.

I took in a deep breath and dropped the book beside the bed.

“I am as shocked as the both of you. I think something is wrong with you… I mean, mentally”, I was saying when Ashley rushed over and started pulling my hair.

“Are you trying to say that we are insane?” She screamed out of