Getting Along
Scarlett
That asshole Andrew Price!
I can't believe that I feel for his games. He most definitely had me falling for his games. I just caught myself staring at that piece of sandwich he left behind like I had never seen a sandwich before. And as he went up the stairs I couldn't help but ogle him. But as I stumbled into my room, lost in desire, left with only the imagination of what could have been, I then saw one of those books Andrew gave me to read during our training. I picked it up thinking I would find a solution to this desire that was slowly building up in me, instead I found something else.
That Andrew freaking Price is an A class A-hole.
He tricked me, he totally tricked me.
All the whole seductive thing, with the voice and then all that nonsense of last night
