Juntos Pero Revueltos Novels & Stories

Freya laughed and cut him off, "Jason, you're teasing Ms. Moyer again. Ms. Moyer, Jason's just like that. He's blunt with everyone except me. "Don't take it personally. Let's play dice. The loser drinks!" I pressed my lips together and stayed silent. When I lost, I forced myself to pick up the glass and drained it. The harsh liquid burned its way down my throat, making my blood boil. I set the empty glass on the table and stared at Freya. A surge of stubbornness and refusal to accept defeat rose within me. "Again!" After a few rounds, I lost almost every single time. That was only to be expected, given how weak my hands were.

They looked in through the window. I was puzzled, indignant, and aggrieved. I felt naked as I underwent mental torture before all those people.