HAZEL
“Oh sweet moon goddess. Would you stop stressing? It’s not like it’s your first real date with your boyfriend.” Trent growls, already at his wits end with me.
I was on my way to the mall with Kelly and Rachael when we ran into him at the comic book section.
He saw that we were on our way to the dress store and offered to tag along.
Since we got here, I’ve tried on over a dozen dresses and nothing seems to be good enough. Which is ironic because I’m not even a fashion expert.
“Leave Hazel alone,” Rachael tells him but she’s smiling. “She’s obviously in love with Asher and wants to look fabulous for him. Which girl wouldn’t? I mean, have you seen him?”
“Yes I have Rachael. I’ve got eyes.” Trent sighs. He’s poring through a fashion magazine. “If only I could date an athlete jus
