12 - Vent
Summer
I slumped on the couch, which was also my bed-s***h-desk. It was multipurpose, and I was glad it had lasted me for over two years even though I thrifted it for less than forty dollars.
My feet ached from wearing heels all night, and I tried to rub away the soreness. The event to improve my name and drown out the rumors was successful with little to no accidents.
Except that jerk getting mad over a tiny spill.
But I gotta admit, even though he was a huge grump, his thighs were strong. I remembered the dark gleam in his eyes when I was trying to help him pat it dry. He was definitely a weirdo for getting angry at me. Even when I suggested having it dry cleaned.
My private phone rang. A video call from my girlfriends. I smiled and accepted it, making sure my backgr
