I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock twice before I stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. I took a cool shower, hoping to shock myself awake. The cold water didn’t work nearly as well as my dad banging on the bathroom door, telling me to hurry up. When I opened the door, he glanced at his watch like I didn’t know how majorly late I was running. “You’re not dressed?” My pink fuzzy robe pretty much answered for me, so I waited for him to either move out of my way or tell me why he’d knocked in the first place. I didn’t have to wait long. “Isaac’s out front.” I squeezed past him. “Thanks.” It was the day I vowed to straighten out my problems. Mark was the easy one; I didn’t have an emotional bond with him. Isaac I’d figure out as soon as I talked to him. It was Kevin I worried about. Ever since I met Isaac and until last night, I hadn’t questioned whether I still had feelings for Kevin. Somewhere between tossing and turning while trying to get to sleep and the alarm startling me awake, I had to remind myself that we were friends and I liked it that way.
