KATY’S POV
I usually pride myself on making solid decisions. I plan. I think ahead and I don’t just dive into stupid situations. But agreeing to go to this Zach guy’s party? Yeah, worst decision of the semester. Maybe of my college career.
I’m standing in front of my mirror, straightening the hem of my leather skirt, and I can’t tell if it’s my body that looks wrong or the outfit itself. The skirt is short and I paired it with a plain button-up and a jacket.
Somehow, the effortlessly hot, cool-girl vibe I’m going for is not showing. At all. I look like I’m going to two different events and didn’t have the decency to pick one.
I tug at the shirt, then adjust my jacket. Still, it doesn’t look better.
“Done?” Allie’s voice cuts in, and she pokes her head into my room. The second her gaze
