I glance at the time and mutter a few choice words under my breath. It’s already after half past six and I was supposed to pick Ashlynn up at seven. I grab my phone and send her a quick text, letting her know I’m running late, but I’m on my way, and head to my room to get ready.
Pulling my shirt over my head, my phone dings with an incoming text from Ashlynn. My brows draw together as I read it, or try to.
Ashlynn: Od information nor ay home… findo at r no sy place r hst do see the cans.
What the f*ck? Normally, she texts out full words and damn near grammatically correct sentences. This is not like her at all.
Ben: Are you ok? I have no idea what any of that was supposed to mean.
Ashlynn: Kokomo dunking auto c ieeddt doedt sodk… drjpod.
Yeah, that’s not any better. I start to
