Walking into the garden next door, hands full of two bottles of wine, I felt nervous, all my insecurities shouting at me all at once, what if no one liked me ? What have I done my make-up like that for ? Why was I wearing a dress ? What if no one spoke to me ? My social anxiety was having a field day. As soon as I walked down my path I wanted to turn back, but I also remembered Kyles' threat, like I said, I was one hundred percent confident he would follow through on it as well.
“ Come on Chelsea, you live literally next door if you feel uncomfortable, make up a migraine and go home “, talking to myself was definitely a sign of me losing it. And if anyone could see me now, I definitely would have looked insane. Groaning at myself, I strode up the path and through the side gate with deter
