Epilogue
ELSIE
SIX MONTHS LATER“Alright!” Kayla shouts out loud. “One more pre-game tequila shot then we have to go,” she stresses. “Any more than that, and I’ll be on my way to s**t-faced town before everyone else arrives. My makeup has an expiration date, and that bartender out there is too cute for my clothes to stay on when I’m drunk.”
I smile, applying another layer of red lipstick. I cap it quickly. “I believe you.” I run a few fingers through my loosely-waved hair, staring into the gigantic mirror. I glance at Kayla in the glass. “I mean, do you remember that high school grad party at Shelly Weller’s?”
“s**t, I’m still trying to forget. My n*****s almost frosted over. Note to self: Bring a bra if you’re going to go shirtless.”
“Or maybe don’t go shirtless,” I reply. “Just an id
