(Kendall)
I was getting ready, just staring at my reflection in the mirror. The clothes I had on were casual. Jeans, a hoodie, nothing loud. But I still couldn’t decide if it was too much or not enough. I kept wondering if it fit what Jaxon had in mind.
It didn’t feel like just a night out. It felt different, like something was changing, and I wasn’t sure I was ready. I tied my hair up in a messy bun, hoping it would stop me from being nervous. It didn’t.
At exactly seven, a knock came at the door.
I didn’t even get the chance to open it. Zoe beat me to it.
“Kendall! Your date is here,” she called out in a mocking tone, tossing Jaxon a look that made me want to melt straight into the floorboards. He stood awkwardly in the doorway, clearly not used to being the subject of that kind of
