LIAM JR
Delilah turned the camera around as my friends circled around me. In the picture stood Mel, but way different than I had ever seen before. Her cheeks were pink, and she looked away from the camera, but the flowery shirt-pant-outfit thing she had on looked incredible. Delilah complained about those types of outfits, always saying she was too tall and they didn’t fit right. This one fit Mel perfectly.
She shyly tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and then the call ended. I hadn’t even realized the guys were talking around me.
“Man, Delilah has some hot friends. She’s bringing her, right?” Drake asked.
“She looks kinda familiar, though,” Garrett said. “Do we know her?”
“No, she has to be new. I would remember a rack like that,” Henderson said.
I shoved my phone into my poc
