VIOLET
Fuck Nate for not knowing a hint when he sees one. Now, I have to make up a fake date, just to get away from him. it’s this damned dress. To think that I’d liked the idea of it an hour ago. But that was before Gary showed up, wishing to get back together. And when I refused, he’d called me a slut, eyeing my dress with no small amount of disdain.
I tried not to show how much his words got to me. I try not to show it now, as I scan the kitchen, looking for some random d**k head to make my date for the evening.
No one looks appealing enough. No one but Vincent.
Shit. I guess I’m going to have to ask him and hope to gods I don’t get shut down in front of this s**t faced hockey player.
“Who are you here with?” Nate asks, reminding me of the fact that I’m taking way too long, reveal
