I scowl at Lucas, who is smirking at me
victoriously. I'm dressed in my strapless blue nice-casual dress that reaches
my mid thigh, and a pair of five inch stilettos. I've done my hair in casual
curls and am wearing natural make-up.
"What?" I snap as he continues to
stare at me.
"You look hot, Bo." he says, smirk
intensifying
The weekend passes in a
dizzying haze of headaches and depression. I can’t bring myself to get out of
bed, and I spend my time under my comforter, just crying.
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