I nod. “Yeah, the house is crowded.” And Matt is there. “Can we stay here? At least sometimes? Or is that against a rule?” I have no clue what they are and aren’t allowed to do. Matt would never tell me s**t. I thought it was because he was trying to protect me, but now I think it’s because he was hiding stuff from me.
“No. It’s not against any rules,” he answers, and I smile at his honesty but notice he doesn’t answer my first question. “Go get ready.” He returns his attention to my new curtains, making me roll my eyes.
I throw on some makeup—foundation, mascara, and blush. Then I brush my hair before running a straightener over the ends to try to calm it down quickly since I fell asleep with it wet last night, and then slip on a black tank top and a skirt. It resembles a tennis skirt w
