Dear ReaderThank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Perfect Mess. My Perfect Mess was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.”) Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of My Perfect Mess. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers *************************   He has done it again. As if the first two times were not enough, I am once again shattered. Why do I believe him every time? Why do I believe him when he says he won't do it again!   “Becca, please wait.

It's Friday night, and I am getting ready to go out. I still have not spoken to Sammy since our big fallout. Matt is still here...I told him that I am still thinking about it...I am...And this is why I am going to do this.  I pull at my skirt for the hundredth time...this is way too short...and these boots...I look like a stripper...but I am not...or am I...  I hope Matt is not in the lounge or the kitchen...but then again, he has to be, or this is not going to work...this is the plan.  I sneak halfway down the stairs...he is there.  “Hey, I am heading out...I will see you later.”  He does not look up at me at first but then...  “Where. The. Hell. Are. You. Going. Wearing. That!”  “I am going out, Matt.”&n

Matt is not home when I get in at 2 am Sunday. I do not see him for the rest of the weekend either. He has not called or messaged me. It is Monday afternoon when Mike calls, “There is a big crowd coming in, and we need the extra hands.” “Can Joanne not doit?” “Already phoned Joanne; she is on her way.” “Who has a party on a Monday anyway?” “Please, Becca.” “Okay, okay, I will see you shortly.” I hear Matt knocking at my door. I know this plan was to get him back, but his behavior that night has left me with second thoughts. “Can I come in?” “Yes, come in, Matt.” “Are you working tonight?” “Yes, I am.” “Why are y

I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache...what the hell happened last night...oh...after the freak show in the parking lot, Josh took me back inside the club, and I consumed more tequila than my little body could. Handle...BUT wait, I am not in my bed!OMG, did I come home with Josh! What happened between us? I still have clothes on, so that is a good sign...but this is not my clothes...shit...fuck. Josh enters the room and smiles at me. He sees the horrified look on my face. "Don't worry, pumpkin, nothing happened last night." "I am not your pumpkin." He chuckles. "How did this happen?" "How did what happen?" "How did I get into these clothes? They, not mine." "Your tequilas started missing your mouth and ended on your dress... I had to get you into some dry clothes." "You can't undres

The boys slept over, but they left early again. I find Sammy in the kitchen; she is in a total flat spin, “Hey, what is wrong?”   She ignores me and continues pacing up and down, “Sammy! Breath! What is wrong? Is there something wrong with tonight?”   “I wish there were. This is way more serious!”   “What is wrong?”   “He said the “L” word.”   “What? Who?”   “Johno!”   “What “L” word…Oh, that “L” word.”   “Yes, and I didn’t say it back. I just froze. It's too early.”   “You guys have been together for a while now. If you did not say it back now, you would say it when you are ready.”   “Fuck!”   “Let us get ready; tonight is going to be epic. The boys don’t know where we are going, hey?”   “No idea at all!”   “I thi