~Destiny~
My stomach felt like I swallowed a dozen butterflies, dancing in all directions and making me hella nervous at what was awaiting me on the other side. I felt like throwing up, felt like something bad would happen. Felt like I would drop the mic or knock something over or fall on the heels I was forced to wear by Pearl.
"Stop wasting your energy like that," Clyde told me, rolling his eyes. I paced back and forth trying not to smash my head through a wall. He looked at Dawson who was sitting on the leather seat, watching me in my trauma. "This is the kind of girl you like?" he asked.
"You have a problem with that?" Dawson shot back. Okay, this distraction was good. I shut them up before they started an argument over me. "Clyde, go get us some bottled water."
"Do I look like s
