Emily

I wanted to kill Caitlyn! I wanted to wring her scrawny little neck until it snapped like a twig. What the hell was she thinking asking Tristan to accompany us to come with us to Giuseppe’s for pizza? Why was she so hellbent on finding me a date?

“I’m going to get you laid,” she said when I talked to her earlier. Of course, I told her that it wasn’t going to happen, not after my little fiasco at the park; running into that creep, Baltazar. I had planned to steer ...