I was so angry at Fletcher that I cleaned my whole apartment until it sparkled, except for the carpet. The stain remained but it wasn’t all that noticeable after a whole hour of scrubbing. I sat at my desk, happy to have a pristine apartment but frustrated that I am not any closer to finding out how to get my notebook back. I didn’t know anyone’s number but Henry’s. I doubt he would have Fletcher’s number. I scowl and decide to continue studying what I was yesterday before Fletcher acted like a thug. 

As soon as I get inside my apartment, I toss the keys on my desk and pick up my phone. I take a few breaths to try and calm my nerves before I call Zeke. I pace nervously as I hear it ring.When he answers I say, “Hey Zeke, it’s Olivia.”

It takes me a while to get up from where I sat by the door. I can’t believe Kirk did this to me. Was he always this much of a jerk or was it something new? Finally, the tears stop and I get up from the floor. I feel exhausted and my head hurts. I dry my face as I walk to the bath to take a shower. I’m hoping the hot water will help ease my headache. I had cried and felt sorry for myself, but I am done with that. I am not a damsel in distress.

My stomach is a bundle of nerves and guilt as we arrive at Henry’s house. Somehow agreeing to let Beth stay with me meant that Margo was going to move in as well. We pulled up into the driveway. “I’m going to start packing,” Margo says excitedly as she gets out of the car and race

Yet again, Zeke somehow short circuits my brain and we’re in my bed. The look of smug satisfaction on his face makes me roll my eyes. “Don’t look so smug,” I tell him as I sit up and look for my clothes.“Hey now,” Zeke says, grabbing my pajama pants and just as I do. “W