Telling Kami

Leila

I couldn’t bring myself to go home. I didn’t want to be alone with my guilty thoughts. I needed someone to talk me off the ledge. I was ready to fall on my sword and give up everything to the dean. I’d beg for forgiveness and hope for the best.

I was terrible at keeping secrets. I didn’t have a good poker face. I said whatever was on my mind. If the dean came to me and asked me about my tryst with Christopher, I wouldn’t be able to deny it. It seemed smarter to make the first move, unveil the secret before it was unveiled for me.

I knocked on Kami’s door, grateful she was home. She opened it, took one look at me, and moved out of the way. “Come in and tell me what happened.”

“I screwed up,” I groaned walking past her and heading for her fridge. I yanked it open, grabbing a soda and flopping onto her sofa.

“What did you do?”

“I’m so screwed. I’m going to be in deep shit.”

“Do we need to bury a body? Do you need an alibi? I’ve got your back.”

I rolled my eyes. “No and no. It’s so