"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble.
Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my l...
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Saturday morning. I'm finally ready to head out and find a dress with Jessy. By ready, I mean I haven't done my hair and just threw on a vintage jumper with warm leggings. I'm hoping the headband will hide my god-awful bed-hair.
I didn't touch the box with the golden dress again last night. I read the letter, chucked it back in the box, and then hid it under my before screaming all the way to Jessy's room.
I ranted for at least half an hour to my cousin about how freaked out I am that Mysterious Fucker was in my room. After calming me down, Jessy pointed out that at least I don't have to buy a dress anymore, and I swear I nearly knocked Jessy over with her lava-lamp.
"Amber, why in the seven hells do you look so good without even trying?" Jessy asks. She's in her usual vans and a sporty-looking crop top - showing off her tanned stomach.
"Uhh, I think you're going blind. We need to check your vision. This jumper has at least twelve different paint stains," I point out.
