Chapter Twenty-Two
I’m standing frozen in front of my mirror with my printed-out story in my hands when my phone interrupts my terrifying visions of tomorrow night. I peer over my shoulder at my desk and see a f*******: message from Aiden on my phone’s screen.
Aiden: So … I could probably introduce any topic beneath the sun for us to discuss this evening and you’d bring it right back to how you’re panicking about tomorrow night.
I grab the phone and throw myself onto my bed, which turns out to be a horrible idea, because hitting the mattress with my stomach makes me feel even closer to throwing up. I take some slow, deep breaths before replying.
Sarah: Who says I’m panicking?
Aiden: You’re not? That’s great!
Sarah: I. Am. Freaking. INSANE. I am BEYOND panicking. What on earth possess
