Was it possible to die from embarrassment?
Jericho had spent the entire day proving that yes, yes, it absolutely was.
Every conversation. Every word. Every single second he had spent with Professor King replayed in his head on an agonizing loop.
"That was a nice class, Daddy."
He buried his face deeper into his pillow, a muffled groan escaping his throat. It was three in the morning. Sleep had abandoned him hours ago.
His bedroom was completely dark except for a tiny, duck bedside lamp casting a warm orange glow across the ceiling. Jericho stared at the light with the defeated expression of a man who had successfully ruined his own life.
"Should I apologize?" He groaned loudly, rolling onto his back and dragging both hands down his face. "...Or should I just jump off a bridge?"
Suddenly, he sat bolt upright, his eyes widening in the dim light. Both hands shot into his hair, gripping the blonde-streaked strands.
