Chapter twenty-five

A few days ago

Drego

I rang Nichole's doorbell. She was expecting Chris so I knew she would open up without checking who it was first.

Chris had generously given me this opportunity and warned me not to, in her words, 'fuck this up'. I wouldn't, not after I'd tried all week to get her to open her door and talk to me and I'd gotten glares and silence. I never thought Nichole was capable of treating me so harshly until two nights ago when she left me out on her porch for almost two hours. She knew I was still out here. I'd seen her peek through her window a few times. But she refused to open up even though it was passed ten p.m.

Nichole appeared in front of me in a small white and brown floral sundress, and brown sandal heels. I'd worn matching colors with her. Chris had informed me beforehand that she'd given Nichole some fashion advice.