Prologue

Prologue

“You know what you need?”

“No.” Wren narrowed her eyes. Whatever was coming, it wasn’t good.

“You need a makeover.” Max looked at her triumphantly.

“I most certainly do not,” she replied hotly.

“Why not? You can get yourself some new clothes, do your hair…It could do wonders and then you could start dating again!” This idea was much too gay for him to be so excited about it. Wren wondered when Max had turned, and decided to ask.

“I am NOT gay!” he practically shouted. “What the hell Wren, I’m just trying to give you some advice, or help or whatever. I was just trying to be nice. And then you give me hell for no reason and start name calling. I mean, jeez give me a-ohhhhhh, ”Some realization had hit him. He started nodding his head and winking at her. “I get it. You’re PMSing, right?”

This was too much for Wren. “NO I’m bloody well not PMSing! You know, explain to me something. Why is it that whenever a girl apparently is acting out of character, she’s immediately assumed to be PMSing? Hmm? Why is that?”

Max looked wildly confused. “Because you always are….?”

“You know what? Fuck you. I have better things to do than listen to sexist asshole. I hope God smites you one day and forces you to live as a woman for a year. We’d see who’d be PMSing then. ” And with that, Wren stormed out.

Just for the record, she was due to start PMSing 2 weeks from then.