So, I go to look for a dress. Quite a number of them are very pretty.When I hold them up in front of me, it still feels weird to look at myself and imagine me in them. But…I do want to try them on.However, the price tag is simply too much. Even the seemingly simple ones are $138 to rent, which leaves me overbudget and unable to get literally anything else for this party. Since I’ve no intent to buy, I feel like it’d be a bad idea to try them on.Meanwhile, Hailey finds her dream dress. It’s still royal blue, but instead of airy sleeves, they’re lace and skin-tight. It’s Queen Anne neckline looks great against her skin, and somehow, this dress seems to completely ignore her tennis shoes.“Yes,” she proclaims. “This is definitely the one.”Seeing her in the dress, my heart burns with jealousy. But, that just motivates me, making me want to look just as nice if I can.But, of course, nothing is in my budget still. I even finally admit it to Hailey, and she helps me look around for some

“Hey, Alex?”“Hmm?”He drives me home later that night, both of us seeming a bit weighed down with tiredness. Still, he has his full attention on the road, though he only uses one hand.“Did you know Oliver wasss cheating on me?”He pauses for a moment. “Hmm?”“When we first met, you sssaid to go to the parrr-party. So, I went and found Oliver therrre. Did you tell me to go because you knew?”“Ah…yeah. ‘Bout that,” he murmurs, his brows scrunching. “I didn’t know you two were dating at first until you said it then. I did know he was hanging around Danielle and they were kissing, though. So, I put two-and-two together. Still…ah, telling you like that wasn’t a good idea.”He glances at me quickly.“I’m sorry.”But I shake my head.“I forrrgive you. If you hadn’t told me, I would’ve thought he wasss—still being good to me.”“Mm.”“You could’ve been less of an assshole about it, though.”“Hah, yeah.”He drives us back to my place, parking. We sit in silence for a moment, then he turns to

I can’t believe it.I can’t fucking believe it.My hands clench tightly on my steering wheel as I head home, half-eaten bread and butter in my buckled-in takeout box. It’s almost too hard to see the road with how much I’m crying.Am I a fool? Is my life just a big joke to make fun of without letting me in on it?Like, did I do something to deserve this?I just can’t wrap my head ar

Sitting in a room at the police station, the man who interviewed me reenters with some papers in his hand. I’m curled up on a couch there quietly, my mom’s arm around my shoulders as she comforts me.“Right then, Miss Boston, we’ve corroborated your story. Thank you very much for cooperating. I hope you understand,” the officer says, taking a seat opposite to us.I nod my head in reply. After all, I do kinda get why they decided to investigate me just in case.It was very strange how I’d just kinda beelined to the body. Moreover, he’d been b

It’s like the world stops. Even the murmuring nearby silences.I almost start crying immediately when I see Alex step out of the car. Blinded by the fact it’s him, I immediately walk over, ready to hug him and kiss him and…Then I take stock of what he looks like, and I pause.He looks somewhat dead, inside and out.His hair has grown a tad longer, and it’s unkempt, very unlike the usual suave curls that would push back on his head. He’s wearing a shabby white t-shirt wi