Jason froze, a deep blush spreading across his face, but his hand lingered.
That jolted me back to reality. What was I doing? This wasn't me! Can't let all my efforts go in vain!
I let go as if I'd touched fire, turned on my heel, and ran, leaving Jason and an audience of stunned onlookers in my wake.
In the following days, a new rumor spread around campus: Jason, the student council president, had supposedly led the basketball team to corner freshman Olivia, all just to hear her admit that he was good at what he did.
People who knew me kept asking what really happened, but I didn't have the patience to explain, so the rumors spiraled out of control.
The final version? Olivia was supposedly dumped by Jason and left crying on the basketball court.
In the past, I might have gone after every single rumor spreader to set things straight, but I had bigger fish to fry—I was desperate to hit up the local steakhouse for some blood-rare steak.
Arriving at the steakhouse, I was confronted with two plates of steak so rare they nearly brought tears to my eyes. I braced myself and grabbed a piece.