Olivia Westview
“Girl, you know you don’t gotta thank me. I’m just doin’ what best friends do.”
I bit back a smile, trying to push past the exhaustion settling heavily in my bones. Still, I felt that pinch in my chest, the kind that made me want to crawl into a hole and hide. But Shark was here. She was with me. I wasn't alone.
“I’m serious, though. You didn’t have to,” I said, rubbing my eyes.
Sharkeisha just shrugged, one hand on the wheel as the other taps her phone screen. She had insisted on driving me home, and she suggested a sleepover as an afterthought. “Girl, I’m already packin’ up for a full-on sleepover. I figured we’ll grab some snacks, drinks, and whatever else. Gonna keep you distracted tonight. Ain’t no way I’m lettin’ you be alone in your head, not after everything you
