“Right?” I get up, frantic, I’m sure, and she grimaces at me.
“Let me at least cover the puffy eyes…”
“Sure. Do whatever you want.”
I sit lifelessly in the chair while she revolves around me, doing all sorts of stuff I never let her do. And she’s right, my eyes are horrible. I went to the rage room this morning, and the fact that the last time I was there, Jake was there with me, only made it worse. Dustin had to stop my session about halfway to make sure I wasn’t having a psychotic break. No, just broken.
When she finishes, she steps aside and lets me look in the mirror.
Copy. Paste.
I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror for years because of this.
I’m not sure who I am without hating her. How do I prefer my hair? Makeup or not? Action movies? Sports? Adventure?Anything?Where does my hatred for her stop, and I begin?
“We have to leave through the back door.”
I think it’s just extra cruel if my dad sees me like this…
I walk out the door and text him, telling him where I’ll be and approximately when I’ll be home.
Dad: Have fun :)
I push my phone down my purse and walk down the dark streets with Allison.
It doesn’t take long to find the only mansion in all of Mailview, pumping 2000s songs for all the neighborhood to hear, pink spotlights lighting up her house. I mean, she is this town’s Regina George, that’s for sure.
“Walking into the wolf’s coven…” Allison narrates.
“Free drinks, Alls.” I simply say, and she stops.
When we get in, we’re immediately greeted by a waiter with green shot glasses, andLow by Flo Ridaplays through the speakers.
I down the shot and recognize it as absinthe, the same I drank when I went to the club, the night I started to date- Fake date, Jake.
I’m gonna need another one.
I go back and down another, with Allison grabbing my hand and dragging me to the dance floor.
The song transitions intoLean On by DJ Snakeand Allison, and I just dance it out. Hair flipping, singing the lyrics, and in no time, desperate boys.
Allison pushes one away, but I don’t care enough to push the one grabbing my hips away. It’s like my emotions are turned off, and I’m just numb.
That’s when I feel someone grab my arm.
My eyes widen in fear, and in no time, Allison is pushing and punching Trent away.
“Get off me!” I shout, and he wears that disgusting, vengeful smile.
Not for long, though. Amanda appears out of nowhere and knocks him out with a food tray.
My mouth drops open, surprised, in a good way.
“Truce.” She nods, and I nod back. She asks her staff to kick him out and goes back to the corner of the room… Where Jake is.
They’re just talking, a respectable distance between them, but why would I care? I turned him down.
I go to the bar and order three tequila shots and dismiss the lime and salt. I drink them almost without breathing between taking each.
