Chapter Twenty One
Missy’s point of view
God knows what was keeping him, but I managed to get myself looking nice, but not over the top, and out the house before dad was even home from work. It wasn't until I was stood on Nicky’s door step that I realised how early I was. I wasn’t meant to be here for another half an hour or so yet.
Shit.
If I went home now, I ran the risk of dad seeing me and stopping me from going back out. The only thing I could do is knock and just explain that I was a complete and utter i***t… Which is exactly what I did.
When Nicky answered the door, He was wearing his apron, telling me that he was still making the food.
‘Oh my god, Please tell me I'm not running behind?’ He looked panicked. It was cute. I shook my head and laughed lightly.
‘No, I'm jus
