Chapter 10
I examined myself in the mirror and sighed. I really needed to get my hair cut. Maybe add some highlights. Or layers.
Blech. I didn’t have time to worry about it. And knowing me, I’d never actually do it anyway. I was lucky if I got my hair cut once a year.
Seeing Wyatt, and how polished he always was, was making me doubt my appearance. I needed a swift kick in the a*s to remind myself that it didn’t matter. If he didn’t want to hang out with me because of my hair, he could kiss my a*s.
I tied my non-highlighted, non-layered locks up into a ponytail so my hair didn’t end up knotted from my coat. I smoothed a hand over my cami, wondering if I was insane for wearing it. I loved the bright red color with my dark jeans. The gray, one-button wrap cardigan I was going to add would
