Chapt3r Tw0
I HAD THE WHOLE day to prepare for the night out with Trevor, but who was I kidding? I’d had long months to get myself under control and had failed miserably. Of course twenty-four hours made no difference. By the time he came back from work (which I found out was with a local contractor who did renovations in the tri-state area), I was already a mess. Sweaty, agitated, and thinking of ways to escape my fate.
Mom had noticed my state and attempted to find out what was going on with me through a drawn-out lunch with far too many courses and way too much interrogation for my taste. I blamed it on work, as I always did: stress and tight deadlines. Judging by the amount of s**t my job took the blame for, I may as well have been the freaking CEO of a multinational company. In trut
