The week passed quickly, I spread my time between visiting Jay who was already trying to convince his father to figure out a way for him to go back to school even with his leg still in the external frame, and tutoring Wade.
We had already started to fill out some college application forms for him, the bad boy had mentioned a few times that we are wasting our time, that his grades won’t be good enough, but I have faith.
Right now, I was stood in my bedroom, in front of my mirror, nervously flattening my dress as I scrutinised my own reflection. I turned left and right, was my outfit OK? It was one of my old ones that mum had got me when there was a sale on in our local department store. It was a deep purple, velvet dress that covered everything I wanted covering but there was a slit up on
