The next day
Beep! Beep! Beep!
My alarm rings, and I groan; it’s 7:00 am—only half an hour to get ready. Trina came back around 10 pm last night, drunk as hell, after some guy dropped her off.
I head to the bathroom to freshen up, then open my closet to find something to wear. Hmm, what should I put on?
My phone vibrates on the dresser; it’s a message from Justin.
Jerk: Me, you, and Jordan will ride our motorcycles while the others take the car.
Me: Cool, see you in ten minutes.
I pull on my leather jeans, a black crop top, a leather jacket, and my black heeled boots. After applying some mascara, smoky eyes, and putting my hair in a high bun, I add lip gloss.
Checking myself in the mirror, I look smoking hot—Trina will be speechless. It’s 7:25 am; I have about seven minutes to eat
