Even Chickens need Balls of Steel
Elizabeth fell asleep the night before, secure in the knowledge that she was going to get a little revenge herself on a certain hot nerd. She probably shouldn’t have plotted, with a bit of help, while she was riding high on irritation. Now in the cold light of day she was having second thoughts about the discussion last night and was getting precariously close to calling the whole thing off. What if the plan backfired on her? Oh, what had she allowed her temper to get her into? Even recalling his words to her wasn’t quelling her fear at all. She just hoped she could stop it from going down before the plan was in motion. Elizabeth had a dreadful feeling it was going to be easier said than actually done. She needed something to ca
