An incident that happened in the past made a huge, embarrassing impact on a lot of people—and in my case, I’ll take it to my grave.
What happened in that restaurant was pure catastrophe. It’s been three days since, but every time I see Johnny, my mind just replays how I... squirted on my seat.
It was both relieving and disturbing at the same time.
A lot of people were there, and we were the center of attention. I even saw an article about it yesterday.
As much as I’ve got a lot of things to think about ahead, that night is still stuck right in the middle of my brain. Especially now that Johnny’s given me a new nickname: Squirtie. What the fudge?
I stood by the shed under my umbrella, discreetly picking my nose that had been itching from the rainy weather.
Saturday—finally. Supposed t
