Dustin

“Shit.” I ripped my glasses from my face, frantically rubbing my eyes, mascara dripping off my lashes. Dustin looked over at me.

“What?”

“I’m fucking crying. Godamnit!” I punched my knee and tried to hide myself in the passenger seat of his car.

“It’s ok.”

“No it’s fucking not!” I ground my teeth willing myself to stop crying. I could not be doing this in front of him. He tapped the ash on his cigarette out the window.

“It’s ok, you can cry in front of me.”

“But I don’t want to. It’s a Read more