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I can almost see the disbelief on his face, his expressive eyebrows shooting up to his hairline, his strong jaw clenching.

As I continue to drift in my sea of thoughts, the room around me seems to blur into the background. The possibilities and challenges of the future dance before my eyes, a kaleidoscope of emotions that leave me both exhilarated and overwhelmed.

With a determined grin, I push myself up from the couch and head toward the kitchen.

It's time to face this situation head-on, armed with a healthy dose of humor, so I do what any modern girl would do. I take my phone, poke on the Door Delivery app, and swipe it open.

Add a pregnancy test to the cart.

One.

No, two, just in case.

Fine. Better make it three.

To be on the safe side…

DEAR DIARY…

Framk Phillips asked me to prom and I didn’t know what to say. He asked me in gym class while we were running the mile, which I thought was weird—he had the balls to tell me that if I say yes, he’ll do an actual Promposal, but he didn’t want to do one first and waste his time and money if I said no.

What the HELL.

On the other hand, he’s the only one who’s asked me and I want to go to the dance with a guy, all of my friends have dates this year. Tosha said I should tell him to piss off and that telling me he didn’t want to spend money to ask me out was tacky and gross and he doesn’t deserve me. I guess she’s right? I was telling Mom about it and she said ‘Guys are idiots, you’ve seen how your brother and his friends act, this shouldn’t surprise you.”

Which she’s right about—doesn’t make it any easy. I told Frank I had to think about it. Been dress shopping all night HAHAHAHAHAH

Will keep you posted

xx Tess

CHAPTER34

DREW

*GETS GHOSTED* ME: THANK YOU FOR THE FREE 15 DAY TRIAL BUT I’D RATHER HEAR FROM YOU.

I haven’t heardfrom Tess in at least two weeks.

Which is weird because we had been talking every day; almost all day, since I got back from visiting home and can we not forget that night we had phone sex?

Why would she ghost me like this?

It’s not as if I were a stranger, and if I’d done something wrong, wouldn’t she have said something?

I feel like we’re at that point—becoming friends and being open and honest with one another. At least, that’s my perspective on it. I could be wrong, but I felt like we were…getting to a place where we might become something more?

In the past four weeks, we’d discussed it all: Family. School. Careers. Goals. What we want to do once we graduate, where we want to live. Places we want to travel. Food. Hobbies.

Tess is funny. We spent most of our time laughing.

Definitely becoming a better flirt.

We’ve video chatted a lot too, and at one point, she’d flashed me her boobs. I might be overly optimistic here, but I think we were approaching the point of phone sex...again. I think we were approaching a point where…I feel comfortable asking her to fly out and see me.

I’d buy the plane ticket, of course, since I’d be the one asking her to drop everything to come see me, and flights these days aren’t cheap.

But I haven’t gotten the chance because out of the blue—out of nowhere—Tess Donahue up and stopped chatting with me.