I haven’t even left the house yet and standing in front of my mom’s full length mirror, I can see that the second I walk into the gym all eyes are going to be on me.What the hell was I thinking, believing even for a second that this wasn’t going to stand out in a crowd? I mean, I’m wearing pink for crying out loud. It doesn’t get more noticeable than that. I might as well go ahead and tack a sign on my back asking for people to look at the super freak. Okay, that’s it. Jordan’s gonna have to get someone else to do this. I’m not going. Reaching for my phone and pulling up his number, about to press the call button in order to tell him exactly what I’ve decided, my mom steps out from her walk in closet and comes to a stop behind me. “I know you’re supposed to be the anti prom queen and all, but Emery, you look beautiful.”“Speaking of beautiful,” I redirect her. “Another date with Saint Nick?”“What did I say about calling him that?”“Not to do it, but I mean it.
