Theressa’s POV
I spent some extra time making myself presentable, I curled my long dark hair and put on my war makeup; a dark smokey eye, falsies and blood-red lipstick to match my red crop top and skinny black jeans. I wore my chunky sh*t-kickin’ boots and not heels. I toss on my leather coat and backpack and give myself one more look in the mirror. Perfect.
I go bang on Micah’s door, “Ready to go?” Pretty boy is in his boxers and looks like he just rolled outta bed after a week-long bender, scrubbing his face with his hands.
“Gimme 2 minutes,” he says as walks into the bathroom without even closing the door. He runs his hand through his messy blonde hair and it falls right back over his one eye before brushing his teeth. He then picks up the jeans and t-shirt off the floor and wears t
