Chapter 7

I stared at myself in the mirror with a frown and flushed cheeks.

Since when did I care about my appearance this much? I mean, I do care about my appearance. Just not as much as I do now.

Picking out clothes in the morning on a regular day, knowing that I would be judged for what I wear, was already a hard task for me. The sickly feelings of anxiety, the intenseness of pressure, it just made me want to throw up and hide in my room for the rest of my life.

It wasn’t really as bad as long as I didn’t think about it too much when I got ready.

I eyed my outfit in the mirror, feeling my stomach churn uncomfortably. I was wearing a deep v-neck, white top that showed a slither of my stomach. White shorts that had adorable designs of plants that were different colors of navy blue, green, and orange on. And a pair of strappy, flat sandals adorned my feet.

I knew why I was caring so much.

I was trying to impress Axel for some reason.

The reason is that I have a crush on a guy that I’v