Steps on how to lose your V-card- My name Cleo means to praise but lately, it’s becoming synonymous with trouble.
My hand falls away from my phone.
I don’t even realize it’s fallen until find it bouncing off my sneaker clad toes. This overwhelming nausea takes my stomach by a storm, accompanied by the worst case of dizziness.
No.
I press a shaky hand over my mouth, choking over a panicked breath. I’ve tried to push this to the back of my mind, tried to forget that I’ve been a victim of the absolute worst from Roman but somehow, it’s out on everywhere- even tabloids.
Even my father knows.
There was a reason hardly anyone knew about this. There was a reason I hadn’t told my friends even when I remembered the excruciating details of my experience.
Now everyone was finding out- and in
