Becca
The next morning, I awoke with a little pep in my step. It was Saturday, and I was excited. That was because it was the one day I didn’t have to worry about school or studying, even though I probably should have been. It was the beginning of a weekend I was going to absolutely adore.
Throwing on my tennis shoes, I grabbed my purse and headed out of my apartment, ready to start the day of nothing but fun and excitement. First up was the grocery store, and then I was on to find a little bit of odds and ends to decorate up the spare room, just in case Neal wanted to stay.
There was no way I was going to let him drive home after he had been drinking, or across town for that matter.
Making my way towards my car, I climbed in and put it in drive, heading across town towards the local grocery store. Not even five minutes out from my destination, however, my phone lit up, and James’s name crossed the screen.
Of course, he’s calling.
