Chapter Forty-Four: Good Luck, Trick

Trick

To say I’m nervous is an understatement. No matter if I’ve done something wrong or not, knowing I have to explain myself to what amounts to a group of judgmental assholes is never a fun thing to do. My foot taps uncontrollably on the floor, and I pull my phone out of my pocket, gazing at the picture me, Hadley, and Riley took on Halloween. It’s the only thing that calms me down some days, and I feel like I have a fucking target on my back, especially at places like this.

“Relax,” Matt, clamps his hand on my knee. “You have nothing to be worried about. This is a technicality.”