Monday, my least favorite day of the week was here. Considering how my night passed in a series of unfortunate events, I did deserve to not be at my best behavior.
I felt the urge to call Nathan, Veronica, even, to just tell them how messed up everything was. What worse could happen than someone breaking into my house, cutting my hair, and choking me. But, I knew Nathan would right away rush to my house, and demand to go over to his with him where he could keep me safe until he delved deeper into this crazy situation.
And I wasn’t ready for that. Not when finals were just around the corner. Not when Nathan’s game was next week and he needed to focus on it alone. Already coach had granted him so many leaves, just because these bizarre things were attached to me
I had no idea what's goin
