Naomi wasn’t sure about what to do first: pluck the frustrations out of her hair roots or scream her lungs out so the noises in her head would cease to exist. Liberty does not want to go to the prom. Actually, it’s more like he does not want to go to the prom with her.
She doesn’t know how to make peace with that.
“Stop thinking about him, babe. What did we agree on, huh?” If it weren’t for her curly-haired best friend and angel, she would have been swimming inside her head far longer than she had expected. With a deep heave, Naomi looked back at her savior to welcome her worried gaze, she shook her head as she watched the warm afternoon sun slowly cascade through Tiffany’s jaw, making her expression a lot softer than it looks. “I can’t.”
But as soon as the softness in the curly-hair
