Prom ch. 2
[b]The Next Day[/b] Saturday. I wake up late. I check my phone, almost on autopilot, just checking Facebook, Instagram, pretty much whatever just to catch up on what I may have missed the night before. I see a post by Renee. It read ‘that moment when you meet someone better than your last’ with a bunch of heart emojis after it. I immediately perk up. ‘Is she talking about me?’ I think to myself. I mean, she has to be talking about me, I was with her yesterday. As I’m pondering this, that party pops up in my head. I jump up and shoot a text to Greg, telling him to get dressed. I tell him I want to head to the mall and get some new clothes, something casual, something fresh. I get dressed, …