Walking into the garden next door, hands full with two bottles of wine, I felt nervous, all my insecurities shouting at me all at once, what if no one liked me ? What have I done my make-up like that for ? Why was I wearing a dress ? What if no one spoke to me ? My social anxiety was having a field day. As soon as I walked down my path I wanted to turn back but I also remembered Kyles' threat , like I said I was one hundred percent confident he would follow through on it as well.
“ Come on Chelsea, you live literally next door if you feel uncomfortable, make up a migraine and go home “, talking to myself was definitely a sign of me losing it. and if anyone could see me now, I definitely looked insane. Groaning at myself, I strode up the path and through the side gate with determination i
