Odessa POV

“Are you sure my hair is okay? I used two bottles of gel to get it laid down,” Evyn said.

“It’s perfect. Your curls are awesome.”

She smiled at me from the passenger seat. I drove her blue second-hand truck. It wasn’t as flashy as the other cars, but she got the job done.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on now? We have like twenty minutes until we get to the party.”

“I would, but you’ll be freaking out the entire time.”

“I will not!”

I’d known ...