GABBY'S POV
I put on my denim jacket over my shoulders as I stood in front of the mirror. I wore a simple black round neck top and black bottoms with sneakers. My long hair was open as always covering my round face a little. I had put on some makeup.
Nope, nerd. Lip gloss and eye-liner never counted.
My conscience is the reason for my low self-esteem. For my situation, the low self-esteem card is just making it worse.
I don't have good histories with parties. Rachel's being the latest disaster. I can already see hurdles in front of me, aligned perfectly to make me trip until' I die. And I hate how Nathan is dedicated to take me as his date. I like the way it sounds, Nathan dedicated to take me, but its not a bit like that. I just wish to stay out of trouble.
Even my bad luck suck
