The plan was easy, really. There were only two steps, maybe three, depending on how one looked at it. Lie to Jason about Eddie, say that sheâs been talking to him because she was planning something special for the two of them. Ask him out on a date that weekend, then get high with him and giggle for a couple of hours until he forgot all his problems. Sheâd played the scene over and over in her head every day the days prior. It could not be more simple.
So how did she fuck it up? âItâs okay, itâs okay...â Chrissy whispers to herself as she drives through the city back to the trailer park, deep breaths in and out, her stomach up in knots. The girls in the squad agreed to cover for her for the night, asked little to no questions, one of the benefits of being so nice and polite to everyone in school. But, God, how did she fuck it up?
âMaybe he wonât remember it. Maybe heâll... think it was all an illusion.â Her head is still a little light from the weed, just enough to keep her from a panic attack, and when she parks her brand-new car in front of Eddieâs trailer, she sticks like a sore thumb. âItâs okay, itâs okay, itâs okay...â she repeats as she knocks at his door, bouncing on her tennis shoes nervously, âEddie?â  // @mcsaiccfmuses