Although he acts and dresses like a surfer, he doesn't live up to their typical bad rep. He's able to crack any code or security system on the planet. He even hacked government satellites, but he won't openly admit it. He plans to attend MIT, just like Lexi, and study computer engineering.
He owns a 1967 Shelby Mustang that he is trying to restore, but not that well. It still needs a lot of work. It seems he's better behind a computer desk than under a car hood. But lucky for him Lexi knows how to fix cars. He's hoping she'll give it a little TLC and maybe him too..
"I prefer computer hacker." Everett shot her a devious smile. "There's no system on this planet I can't access."
"What can I say, she prefers a guy with brains and a smokin' hot car." Everett winked at her.
A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of Everett's mouth. "Is it that obvious what I'm up to?"
"She's an angel." Everett let out a sigh. "Perfect in every way possible. Nothing I ever expected of someone like her."
"You know, hot. Normally girls who look like her, have an ego bigger than this room. The only boys they want are pretty boys who act like arrogant jerks."
Everett snorted. "Yeah. Just like him."
"Ah, what gave that a way?" Everett asked, half jokingly.
"Let's just say, we're not the best of buds."
"Not this time." Everett laughed.
A little birdie told me so. A mischievous smile brushed his lips.