Tori
Thorne's an assh.ole. I already know that, but I had no idea just how much more of an assh.ole he could be until yesterday. He made me admit I didn't have the money to pay him back, and then lorded it over me the rest of the day. He wouldn't let me drive my car even though he just paid for it to be out of the shop.
Nope. Instead, he took me to a dealership and now I have a new red BMW to drive them all in. His words were and I quote “no way in hell any of us are getting in that piece of sh.it scrap of metal.”
I take deep offense to that, Thorne. Lucky Luce has seen me through some hardships and she's holding steady for her age. Thank you very much.
I'm dragging my feet as my alarm sounds, having been unable to sleep thanks to all the pent up emotions stirring up in me yesterday
