She wanted to go with a sweater, but it was hot out- hot and
dry- and she was already sweating badly as it was.
Waiting with Jim staring at her was awkward as heck.
Dallas couldn’t think of a thing to say. Jim stared at her. She
stared at his desk. She could feel his eyes on her. She tapped
her foot lightly, just enough that her black flats didn’t make a
sound.
“Mr. Johnson?”
Dallas nearly flew out of her seat. Her Dad used to make
jokes about firecrackers, and if someone had legit set one off
under her, she wouldn’t have jerked harder.
She turned slowly, her face heating up before she even had
her neck craned around.
Holy shit stick!. That’s Quinn?
Quinn had always been pretty. She and Dallas were friends
first, before they dated. Dallas knew Quinn forever before she
finally realized that she had feelings for her. To Dallas, Quinn
had always been perfect just the way she was. Quinn used to
have big glasses that she loved. She was always a fan of
oversized clothing even though she had a fairly tiny frame.
Her hair was a soft shade of brown and she was on the shorter,
slightly built side.
Now she had curves. Holy crap did she ever have curves.
Her hair was ashen, which reminded Dallas a lot of Quinn’s
mom’s color. Quinn looked like she’d just treated herself to the
perfect blow out. Her hair draped over her shoulder in soft
looking, perfectly styled waves. She apparently no longer went
for the big, baggy clothes either. She was wearing a tight, light
pink dress with huge tropical flowers all over it. She’d paired
it with sky high heels that only accentuated her long legs. The