#Chapter 21: Pariah

Nina The morning after my motorcycle ride with Enzo, I woke up to dozens of Twitter notifications. Still blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I scrunched up my eyebrows as I opened my phone and started to read all of the notifications. “Wowwww @ninaharp1, alone time with Enzo, huh?” “Enzo must be joking if he’s hanging around with that ugly nerd @ninaharp1!!” “What a slut, messing around with two boys from the hockey team at once. Save some for the rest of us @ninaharp1!” I sat up in bed, my eyes glued to the phone as I opened Twitter and realized that someone snuck pictures of Enzo and I last night. There were pictures of me talking to Justin in the parking lot, a picture of me as I shoved Justin to the ground, Enzo wiping the tears from my cheek, and getting on his motorcycle together. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him. This was just another step in the game he was playing with me! As I looked at the time, I realized that I had class in twent