#Chapter8 I may not be an expert in girls' fashion, but even that outfit is not

I hate Mondays, because Mondays mean a whole week of school and a whole week of school means stacks of homework and it is tiring as hell. Except when it's fun, but with my life, school weeks are barely fun.

"Hailey, some cute guy is waiting for you outside," my mom shouts from downstairs and I roll my eyes at how my mother describes the unknown person.

I finish putting on my outfit-- sweatpants and a tank top and my converse-- and head downstairs. I'm not in the mood to dress up. I reach...