ASHLEY’S POV
I stood in front of my mirror for what had to be the tenth time, holding up another outfit and frowning.
My bed looked like a war zone. There were jeans, skirts, jackets, and sneakers scattered everywhere. Tonight was the big football game. Jason had personally invited me, which should’ve made things easier, but instead, it made my nerves flare like fireworks.
Melissa flopped dramatically onto my bed, popping a chip into her mouth. “Ash, if you stare at that mirror any longer, it’s gonna start charging rent.”
I groaned. “I just… I don’t know what to wear. I want to look nice, but not like I’m trying too hard, you know?”
She grinned, clearly entertained. “Translation: You want Jason to notice you without looking like you want Jason to notice you.”
I threw a pillow at her
