Twenty-Seven
Ridge
Wes, Karrie, and I scrambled up the stairs and down the hall to my room.
Once I’d unlocked the door and we’d all rushed inside, I locked it behind us and looked to my brother.
“Talk,” I ordered, wondering what in the hell could have him so spooked when minutes ago he was fine.
“Okay … I followed Trixie out of the house and caught up to her on the street. She’s been acting so weird lately, different. When she ran off, I figured she was pissed about Crush, even though he says dumb s**t like that all the time. But, when I stopped her, she told me why she’d really agreed to the makeover.”
“And,” I prodded when he stopped talking. “Why’d she do it?”
“She works for the paper. The school paper. I guess she’s a journalism major or something. She said she was looking for h
