13
Emma
I’m on the street in front of the pizza place that Jameson took me to, chewing on a nail. I don’t want to be here. I especially don’t like the fact that I am dressed up — wearing a skimpy black body con dress, no less.
But my mother nagged me about going out with Rich enough times that I finally threw my hands up and agreed. I know that it is a bad idea, but I do it anyway.
Anything to please the family, right?
I’m not certain about any of that now, as I am standing here sweating my ass off while I wait for Rich to show. He’s almost fifteen minutes late, and I am seriously about to call an Uber.
If he can’t be bothered to be on time for our first date, it doesn’t bode well for the future.
“Emma?”
I turn to find Jameson and Forest walking up. I can feel Jameson’s eyes all ov
