HAZEL
“So, how was your date with Clayton? Tell me everything!”
I left the frat house over an hour ago and came back home to meet Kelly already in her pajamas.
She seemed oddly quiet, staring into space and offering one word answers to my questions. She’s yet to even ask about the charity event.
Something is up. It’s not until I ask about her date with Clayton that she finally caves.
“Ugh!” She turns back and forth on her bed, burying her face into her pillow. “I ruined it.”
I’m lying on my bed, staring at her with a perplexed expression. “What do you mean you ruined it? It didn’t go well?”
“I thought it did,” she sits up, eyes turning panicked. “He took me to this really nice restaurant and he was a real gentleman, opening doors and holding my chair out for me. He even picked u
