She smiles. “Hell no, I have a bulletproof setting spray. Now get in there and get ready."
My shoulders fall away from my ears, dragging me down. I no longer have the strength to stay upright. "I don't know, Jack. I'm pretty tired. I should probably stay home."
She narrows her eyes and starts tugging pins out of her hair. "Um...excuse me...did you forget about the twenty-five-thousand-dollar prize you want to nail down?"
Ihead into my room, dropping my overnight bag on the floor and throwing myself back onto the bed. "I may need that money, but what are the odds I'll actually win it? I'm probably just kidding myself."
Something on my desk catches my eye. I lift my head to stare at it, then scoot off the end of the bed to pick up the black envelope, wound with a red ribbon. "What the f*
