My Monster
Murmurs fill the air, my stomach churning with tension.
“Is Sasha heading this way?” Jaz whispers. I glance at her, tightening my grip on my bag.
“Who’s Sasha?”
“You don’t know her? She’s like the queen bee in here, except…she’s meaner,” Jaz replies.
Sasha finally halts in front of our desk and slams a hand on it. I adjust my glasses, nervous. Sasha is gorgeous. She has the kind of beauty that makes me nervous.
“So, tell me, nerd. Is it true?” She asks, popping her bubblegum.