Chapter 15 : Whispers in the Library

*Lily*

The aftereffects of last night's party clung to me more stubbornly than the smell of spilled beer on my jacket. Rachel was seated across from me, her eyes alight with the kind of fervor that came only when she sensed a good story brewing.

"Spill," she ordered while leaning across the table, her salad untouched and her gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made evasion seem impossible.

I poked at the limp lettuce on my plate, the plastic fork feeling heavy in my hand. "You're such a gossip," I joked, trying to sound nonchalant, but the memories of last night were still pretty vivid in my mind.

"Oh, wow! What a genius you are," Rachel murmured with sarcasm while rolling her eyes at me. "Come on, Lil. You left the party looking like you'd seen a ghost. I'm dying here, just give me some good gossip." Her voice held a note of intrigue and curiosity, and I could see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to imagine what had happened.

"Fine, geez. It's not nice to gossip