In the past couple of weeks I had managed to avoid Buck however Amyleigh was a completely different kettle of fish. She had staked out my locker at work and wouldn't let me pass until I spilled the beans. I figured that giving in to her was the most painless path to take and ended up giving her a play by play on my kiss with Buck. Worst thing about it was I now had to subject myself to the party planning expertise of my best friend. I couldn't see the point of celebrating a birthday when I had no idea how old I was turning.
Lathering up the mousse in my hands, I scrunched my hair trying to get the curls to separate. Who would willingly put curls in their hair? They had a mind of their own. One last look in the mirror and I gave up. Curls win once again. Putting the finishing touches on my
