![]() ![]() She all but cried when I insisted on going, telling me it wasn't safe, that I had to promise her I wouldn't leave the dance, that I wouldn't go anywhere alone with anyone without her knowing. I tried to explain that there would be chaperones, but it just freaked her out more. This is a woman who tried to keep me from going to prom because she was terrified. "Well, have you told your mother about your whatever he is?" He's too much to cram into a box with a pretty little label. It doesn't begin to cover the force of nature that is Naz. "First of all, he's not my sugar daddy, he's my…"įuck if I know. I roll my eyes and cringe, unsure which response that warrants. "Have you told your mom yet?" Melody asks. ![]() All I have to do is put on my aforementioned Payless boots. I'm as ready as I'm going to be, wearing jeans and a sweater and my favorite scarf. ![]() Tossing her book aside, she gets up, stretching, as she steps over to the mirror to put on lip-gloss. She scowls at me but doesn't respond because she knows I'm right. ![]()
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