Jena
I rush into work ten minutes late, Gwen waiting for me at my table. "I am so sorry I am late." I tell her, worried that she might decide that I am more trouble than I am worth. I already missed a day of work after passing out in my kitchen, but I can't get myself to feel an ounce of guilt about that day, because I got John back that day. I also can't get myself to feel guilty about this morning as it brought us even closer together. Gwen looks me up and down, her eyes searching. A slow slime pulls on her lips and then she throws her head back and laughs. Strange woman, this one.
"Took the two of you long enough." She says and then turns and walks to her office. What the f**k? Is there a sign on my head that says I got f****d or something?
"There is a hickey on your neck." Stacey
