The Breakup​​

Summary

It was Labor Day weekend. My boyfriend Harry and I were supposed to be on a romantic road trip—but of course his whole clique tagged along.

That night, around a bonfire playing Truth or Dare, the bottle pointed at me. Jessica, Harry’s “best girl friend,” grinned slyly and asked, “So Clara, how many guys have you slept with?”

I looked desperately at Harry, but he just shrugged as the others hooted.

“Two,” I mumbled.

The second time, Jessica asked, “When was your first time with Harry? A hotel or a car?”