Ava POV
"I still don't see why we're even going out for dinner. We don't ever go out before a game," I grumble as I find myself trailing behind Morgan up the cobblestone leading to Lucy's.
It's been a day since I made my impromptu trip to my parent's house, and as I was finally catching up on my piles of homework this afternoon, Morgan decided to storm into my bedroom and launch almost every article of clothing from my closet at me. I had to throw my hands up in an attempt to protect my face as she continued to abuse me with my own clothes and demand that I get ready. After a torturous hour of hair pulling and being poked in the eye with my mascara wand, she had me looking good enough to be seen by the public eye.
"Because we wanted too. And I'm dragging you along because I don't want t
