CLOVER'S POV
What the hell have I just roped myself into? How the hell am I supposed to attend the party as both myself and Creed? I must be completely bonkers - insanity probably runs in the family...
I need a bloody plan or something. I'm pacing the distance from Creed's bedroom door to his window with angry long strides.
There's a knock at the door and I'm turning around on the spot. Jett enters, his expression serious.
"We can just tell them she said she couldn't come," he says and for a moment I'm lost as to who he's talking about. Then it hits me, he means me. The me that doesn't dress like a boy.
As impossible as I know it is, I'm still disappointed. There's a part of me that really wants to put on a pair of heels and a pretty dress. I would die to put on some make up. Pulling
