Whatever Feels Right
*Cade's POV* At 7:15 I find myself already in the parking lot of Sacrilege, sitting nervously in my car wondering what the f**k I’m even doing here. I don’t talk with girls; I f**k them and move on. But Monroe makes me feel…weird. I find myself having an internal debate on whether or not I should just leave. If I stood her up, maybe she would realize I’m no good for her. Then I wouldn’t have a choice but to stay away. I’ve almost convinced myself that leaving would be the best choice, for her sake, when I see her car pull into the parking lot. Suddenly, I’ve forgotten all of the arguments I just formulated and find myself walking towards her car. I can see her sitting there with an undiscernible expression on her face, holding on to the steering wheel. What is she thinking about? It c
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