GTFOY.
Aka Get The Fuck Over Yourself.
The long-sleeved shirt I had on was black with gold lettering.
Like always, the number seventy-nine was printed on the upper left breast.
And on the back, it said, ‘I choose her. I choose him.’
Just then, my phone pinged.
Badass Chicks Text Threat
Harlee – What shirt are you wearing for tonight?
Talia – Yes! I need a picture.
Everly – Agreed.
Tatum – Yes, please.
Cassie – Don’t make me snort.
Cassie – I just tried to keep up with Alec on his run.
Cassie – I don’t need to be snorting out water right now.
Me –*picture of the back of my shirt*
Harlee – I love it!
Talia – I like that you made it about both of them.
Cassie – Thank you.
Me – My pleasure.
Everly – You really need to get us all shirts made.
Tatum – Yes! Please.
Me – Will do.
Then I pocketed my phone as I packed up my work clothes and checked my appearance one last time in the mirror.
My long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail.
Light makeup.
Diamond stud earrings in my ears.
Black sweats.
And black vans.
I was almost ready.
I grabbed the little stickers and placed the numberseventy-nineon the side of my right cheek, and then the numbertwenty-nineon my left cheek.
