Fifty Three

DELILAH

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the Stones shoot today?" Tessa asks me hesitantly for the fifth time in an hour.

"Of course I'm sure. That would be so incredibly awkward. We both know what kind of questions they would ask and we both know what kind of photos they are after. I can't even manage to send him a text to apologize. There's no way I'd make it through the interview." I explain again.

Tessa frowns, "You should just talk to him Lilah. You're both suffering and you don't have to be. You know he will forgive you."

"You don't understand." She keeps pressuring me to try to talk to him, but I was such a bitch that night. I didn't even give him a chance to explain. He's better off without me. I'm sure he's found someone to distract himself with by now anyway.

I check my phone again and there's a message from my dad, but still no word from him.

He must be over my bullshit. He hasn't even tried to call or text me since the party on Christmas Eve. I can't really blame