I was watching TV when I noticed Trey pulling into his driveway in his red Camaro, but I didn't bother ogling it like I had before. I didn't bother processing the fact that I'd met a pop star in person, let alone treated him like s**t. I already felt disheartened and somewhat useless for doing so terribly at the interview, and even my day today with Layla and Trey was bad. Just as my eyes started to drift shut, someone knocked at the door.
I sighed and got up, dragging my feet on the floor. As I opened the door, I froze.
My hair was unbrushed, my sweatpants had two holes in them, and the loose crop top I was wearing ended just below my B cup boobs. "Hi, uh, Amy, right?"
The brown haired delivery boy was standing on my doorstep, grinning boyishly at my appearance. I shut my eyes for a mo
