Chapter 21

“I know what you and Joe did last night.” I jerked back, my hand hitting the locker and slamming it shut. I turned to face Peach, who seemed pissed. Her eyes were angry, her mouth a firm line. Her arms crossed over her chest. She didn’t seem it. She was angry. And she was tapping her foot. I eyed that foot. Who tapped their foot like that? Seriously? “Say that again.” She couldn’t be talking about what I thought she was talking about because then . . . ew. How the hell...