The times that I wanted to squeeze in some Paige time, she was working, or in class, cramming for a test, or getting her nails done. It didn't escape me that she was dodging me, and I hated that this so called breather she wanted kept us apart. The fact that she wanted to drop out of my life, totally agitated me, so instead I reminded her of our bet to see if I would get the response I'd hoped for. She still avoided me, but at least I got to see her face three times a day when she popped me a text. Since then, everyday she sent me a message with her picture to prove she was wearing comfy clothes, and not those damn little dresses she wore. I made her send several a day to prove she stayed dressed like that. Don't get me wrong-I loved those short little dresses. But, now that I was well aware what she had going on underneath, I was itching to see her in one again. We made that bet on a Tuesday night, and it was now exactly one week from that bet. I had only an hour in between classes, so I headed for her dorm room to check up on her.
