I lied," I say still looking at his lips, he opens his eyes and gazes over at me.
"Uh oh," he whispers, not breaking eye contact. I am suddenly aware of his lingering stare. He looks at me everywhere, every inch, there was no hiding from it. His ga...
I HAVE TO REWARD MYSELF FOR THE LITTLE THINGS. Getting out of bed before one, eating, drinking water, combing my hair, it's hard for me. Little tasks throughout the day keep me sane, they keep me from spiraling.
A party is not a little thing, however.
A party is big. It's humongous, it makes my skin crawl just thinking about being around so many people, having to make small talk, acting like you actually give a fuck about Friday nights basketball game versus our school rivals the Chapman Riders, or the winter ball in February or any other minuscule high school bullshit.
My best friend, Danielle, of ten long years stands beside me before we enter Blair Cianci's condo on the top floor.
"Nora," Danielle says, offering me a wide smile. "Baby steps," she says gesturing towards the door.
"A party is not a baby step, Dani," I remind her, crossing then uncrossing my arms, a nervous tick of mine.
When I say Danielle had to pull me out of bed, I mean it. She practically bathed and dressed me—something I only did when absolutely necessary.
I look down in what she had dressed me in, something slutty, something borrowed. A few months ago something this revealing would be nothing. But a few months ago was a different Nora.
