Thirteen.

Getting ready this morning was more of a task than it usually was. In the mornings, I usually just air dried my curls and brushed through them a bit, but this morning, I had to straighten my hair to maintain the hairstyle Connor had given me on Friday.

And I also had to put more effort into my outfit, because—well I honestly don't know. Because I wanted to impress Bradley and Brandon today? Maybe?

Connor had left what looked like his entire closet with me. No matter how many times I'd told him to take everything back he'd just brushed me off and told me he had more than enough clothes back at his place. Looking at all of his clothes on Monday morning, I started to doubt him again.

Connor had tried to make this easier on me. He'd arranged all the clothes in every single possible outfit I could make with them and then take pictures so I didn't forget. I now had thirty new outfits to choose from, which was difficult because I didn't know what would be appropriate for work. They weren't