Wrecked Book 3 by Rachel Hanna Page B

realized that she wasn’t going to buy that for long—and that I needed someone else to know about this. Someone I could talk to about it.
    Biting my lip, I said, “Do you remember that girl from the other night?”
    Kass rolled her eyes. “You mean the slut Miranda?”
    I nodded. “Well, I know her.”
    “I know that,” Kass told me. “You said so the other night, remember?”
    “Yeah, and you knew there was more to the story.”
    Falling silent, Kass nodded her head. She had known. Probably everyone had, but Kass especially sensed that there was more to the story than anyone was letting on. She hadn’t pushed it that night, or even since then, but I could sense that she had been dying to since the moment Miranda called me Ri.
    “She was the sister of a friend of mine back in high school.” My best friend, I thought. “I wasn’t close with her, but she used to follow us around… She’s a couple of years younger and she always looked up to her sister.”
    Kass moved to take a sit on the opposite side of the counter, listening carefully. “What happened?” she prompted.
    I wasn’t sure if I could do this. The story that was bubbling in my chest wasn’t one I’d ever dreamed I would share—or ever thought I’d want to, but I needed to get it now. Not just to explain what was happening with me to my roommate and good friend, but because I was going to drive myself crazy if I didn’t figure out something soon.
    “It was years ago,” I started, trying to speak past the lump in my throat. “I was in high school. I was… a lot different than I am now.”
    “Different how ?” Kass asked, staring at me curiously. I could tell she had started putting things together. She didn’t have the whole story, how could she? But she’d figured out enough that it was clear she was reconsidering what she knew about me.
    I wished she didn’t have to, but I couldn’t blame her for it. Everything I’d told her about myself was a lie. Leaning forward in my seat, I took a deep breath. “Wild,” I finally admitted, shutting my eyes against her expression. “A total party girl. If there was something that would get you in trouble, I had done it. The more frowned upon, the more dangerous, the more I was determined to do it.”
    I shuddered against the memory of the girl I had been. How had I let myself become so terrible, so crazy? It was a question easy enough to answer: I liked it. And I still did. That was why it was so hard to walk away from Logan, even though I knew he was trouble.
    “ That’s your big secret?” Kass demanded, her tone more amused and annoyed than anything else.
    I forced my eyes open and straightened up in my seat to look at her, despite my fear of what I would find. To my surprise and relief, her expression was as amused as her voice.
    “Please. Everyone who goes to college becomes the exact opposite of who they were in high school. That’s the point . It’s the perfect opportunity to change your whole image and no one questions it because they don’t know you. Who are they to say?”
    The relief within me grew. I felt better almost instantly. She wasn’t judging me, she wasn’t telling me how horrible of a person I was. Yet even through my relief I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread still in my system.
    She let out a laugh. “I mean, seriously, this is what you’ve been all emo about?”
    And that’s when it hit me. Yes, I’d confessed who I used to be—but I hadn’t told the whole story. Frowning, I shook my head. “No, Kass,” I told her in a small voice. “You don’t understand. I wasn’t just a bad girl… I was awful.”
    She shrugged. “Yeah, whatever. Everyone thinks they were the worst person in the world—or the greatest, but those people are assholes. Your own opinion of yourself doesn’t really matter.” She waved off my fears like I was being a little kid. “You’re not awful really. You’re just hard on yourself.”
    I balled up my fists and pounded