Bree
I sit in class, still angry over waking up alone this morning. I keep replaying what we did and what I might have done wrong. There has to be a reason Fallon left without saying a word. Just when I thought we were getting somewhere too. We didn’t have s*x, but what we did was amazing.
I feel stupid because I even dressed up in case he called me. I look at my white razor-back top and black flounce skirt and grimace. Thankfully, I opted to wear my plain, white all-stars instead of heels.
As I run through every scenario, my pencil taps on the desk in a rapid staccato. The girl in front of me turns back and glares at me, but I glare back. I’m not in the mood to be nice this morning, and if she wants to try me, she better be ready to lose.
Needless to say, the day drags. I scowl at m
