RAVEN:
I know it sounds stupid agreeing to be out with Tamara, and maybe I lack self-esteem sometimes. Matter of fact, I do.
We are already on the highway, and I cannot tell if it is the uncomfortable dress that I have on, but something makes me hate the fact that I agreed to be out here with her.
Tamara, on the other hand, is blasting music from the radio as usual. She is so hyper that I look at her momentarily, wondering if she had a line of coke or something before making it out this morning.
“You’ve been unusually quiet. Is everything okay?” she asks, tuning the music down a bit.
I flash her a smile, nodding. Then I tuck a few strands of hair behind my ear.
“Everything is fine,” I say to her.
She flickers her attention between the moving cars on the road and then onto me.
“I do
