Chapter 29

At least twenty pair of eyes are on me. I run my tongue over my dry lips and clear my throat. That is enough for me to get out a spluttered, "Truth." Courtney snorts besides me, "Coward." She mutters. I hate her. Her eyes twinkle with a mix of vengeance and hate once they find mine. She sticks her tongue out, "Are you a slut?" Gasps erupts from some of the people. There gazes on me with intent interest. It takes my brain a moment to register her question. She looks least bothered by her insulting question. Her lips are drawn into a content smug. I frown at her, feeling my eyes fill up in tears. I hate getting drunk, it makes me an emotional wuss. I miss Quinn and his annoying habit of acting as my spokesman. If he was here, he would answer on my behalf. "Courtney..." Jermaine calls out her name as a warning. She remains unmoved until she finally gives me a victorious smile. Having had enough of her