Her Discarded Clown Is An Heir
Language: en
At the start of our junior year, my best friend Troy and I both ran for Vice President of the Student Government Association. Before the ballots were cast, Troy proposed a wager: whoever lost had to put on a clown costume and run eight humiliating laps around the athletic track. When the final tally was announced, I won by ten votes. A heartbeat later, my girlfriend, Kendall—the SGA President—took the stage. Without a word of warning, she hooked her laptop to the auditorium's main projector. The massive screen lit up with photos of me from a night months ago at a local club, being…