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Let it be kno I hate public transit, but there was no way I was staying at er than I had to It’s tihts withmy twenty-minute ride back to normalcy The buses here smell of a cross between body odor and voe people I encounter every time I find myself without my jeep

The kid in front of ers on the top of the seat and I want to puke I’ross?

Finally, it’s er for a shower

I open the door and call out that I’ in case Tiff

is still here and they are getting freaky I don’t need to see whatever it is they do together

No one answers me, and when I pass by my brother’s room his bed is unoccupied

Good, the apart the place to myself, I’d move out, but neither of us can afford to live on our own It sure as hell beats living with Charlie though

I can’t help but feel anxious about the cage girl stuff co up in a few days, after the stare down I shared with Parker Garrett last night

I need to work on my routine I don’t knohy but one of the requirements is that we perform a dance number

I suppose they want to see how fit we are

There are so ht say I’irls he normally dates

He’s ruirls, but he’s usually seen with B-class celebrities

Stepping into the shower, I iive him a private performance at my audition— his eyes would roam my curves as I dance for him Would he want to do more than just watch me?

Screwing around with anyone under contract with Lucky 7 would kill my chances, but Parker doesn’t strike me as a ood as he breaks them

Most guys are afraid to ask me out because of my brother and Royce Sure it sucks, but that just h for me anyways I twist o toI’, she always knohat to do with my unruly waves My hair seems to have a mind of its own—it never does what I want it to If I want it curly it lies stick straight and if I want it straight, it curls up