NICOLE
I stare out the window of Mason's car while his eyes are straight ahead.
We haven't said a single thing to each other since he picked me up like ten minutes ago. I know what he's thinking, though, and he's just waiting for the perfect opportunity to start talking. I would've volunteered the information, but I'm just not in the mood to talk right now.
I've had one of the shittiest nights of my entire life. Can I be blamed?
At last, he breaks the silence. He starts by shaking his head. "I told you Esmeralda—"
"Please, Mason," I begin in a pleading voice, "I don't want to talk about her. Tomorrow, I'll tell you what happened, but right now, I just have to process all this shit."
I feel his eyes on me. "What else happened?"
There's no way I'm going to tell him what happened be
