Addison
THE NIGHT OF the charity event was upon me and I had a rare but epic breakdown on my bathroom floor two hours before Jake was due to pick me up. I only knew he was coming because he texted to confirm two days ago. I hadn’t heard from him since our dinner at Serratto... not even a phone call to see how I was doing. Just the stupid text to confirm the time for tonight. I’d debated tellinghim to piss off, but if I was going to do that, I wanted to do it in person... make him suffer after he saw me in my red dress.
“Addie?” Dylan called through the door. “You okay?”
“No!” I snapped.
“Can I come in?”
“Knock yourself out,” I grumbled.
Wearing a bathrobe, and with a towel wrapped around her head, she pushed open the door and frowned. “What’s going on?”
“First of all, how’s yourhead?” I asked.
She tugged off the towel, releasing her hair, and rubbed at the shrinking bump. “Better. It’s almost gone. I don’t even have a headache today.”
“Good. Tell me if that changes. You are not to overdo it tonight, you hear me?”
She nodded. “Yes ma’am. Now, what’s wrong?”
“I got my period!” I cried, waving a hand to my very tight, very revealing gown on its hanger.
“Well, at leastthe dress is red, right?” she said, visibly forcing down the corners of her mouth.
All I had close to me was the tampon box I was holding so I chucked it at my best friend. Little paper tubes flew around the room as she ducked.
“If you don’t want to miss, next time throw pads... they have wings,” she quipped.
I snorted, trying to cover a giggle. “I can’t believe this is happening! I was goingto undress Jake tonight, really slowly, before licking every inch of him, and now I’m screwed.”
“Well, no, technically you won’t get screwed... since you’re on the rag and all.”
I looked for something else to throw, but was out of luck. She giggled. I groaned. “Now I have to wear underwear! I’m so pissed!”
Dylan sat beside me, shrugging. “So, you have to wear panties. It’s not the end of theworld.”
