“As you are now, you could disappear and no one would notice.” I wish it were true. I had assumed my rep as a suicide case was all but dead, but my stigma was alive…and kicking me in the ass. Now everyone could read the carefrontation letter and take part in humiliating me even more.
Jake, of course, came to my rescue. Even though I had turned down his winter formal invite, I could still depend on him to make me feel like a normal human being and not a communal punching bag.
But…it was weird. Matty still hadn’t told Jake about us…
And apparently, Matty didn’t want to even go to the dance anymore. How could I be Matty’s girl when I was still his secret? Because I wasn’t Matty’s girl, I was “that girl.” Who never stood a chance of going to the formal. A freak in a fancy dress was still a freak.
While I was reeling about Matty, Tamara found out that she was Ricky Schwartz’s fourth invite. She was ready to write him off. Tamara did deserve better. And she wasn’t the only one.
I had taken great care to be the daughter my mom always wanted and the girl Matty wanted to be with. But along the way, I lost sight of myself. It was time to take care of me and I wasn’t gonna sit around and cry about it. Okay. Maybe a little.
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