Natalie Sanders woke up the following day, feeling more like s**t than usual. The eighteen year old even contemplated skipping college— but heaven knew her mum, Lynn, was going to make a very big deal out of it.
She couldn’t believe what had happened last night!
Tristan Hemmingway had stood her up.
The girl had been ready by six thirty, dressed to perfection, but still managing to keep the entire ensemble casual. She had been excited—thrilled about the prospects the young night could bring. Hell, not even her parents’ constant teasing had ruined her joyous mood.
But Tristan never showed up to pick her up… he didn’t even call to explain the reason why he hadn’t.
The funny thing was that, she hadn’t even asked for the date.
He was the one who had f*****g volunteered, so didn’t he think
