Chapter 93

A week later, the snow had melted, and everyone was getting back into the normal swing of things.

"I so need another job," Bianca sighed as she got her mail and trudged up the rickety stairs to her apartment.

It had been a long night with not nearly as much money as she had hoped to get. She was still running short thanks to the snow, and that even included the money that Jagger still hadn't taken from her. Even though the snow was gone, it was still very cold, and she shivered as her hands fumbled with the lock on the door. Finally turning it, she all but stumbled into her apartment. It was cozy since she had left the heat up high, but now she had to think about the gas bill that was coming.

"It's a never-ending cycle," she mumbled, throwing her stuff on her couch and taking her mail with her to the kitchen.

Rifling through it, she saw bills and groaned. Doubt plagued her. Wouldn't it be easier just to quit school and get a real job that allowed her to do most of what she wa