She knew people were talking about her fall from grace—how the queen bee of the school had to throw a party for the school’s lowest social rungs. “Looks like I’m stuck,” he said, half-joking, slinging his bag over his shoulder. The other was nervously adjusting his glasses. “You said you’d double-check that… Finally, Lauren arrived, fashionably late as always. Immediately.”
Marissa arrived in an oversized vintage denim jacket and red lipstick bold enough to count as a warning sign. Her long auburn curls were tucked underneath a beanie, and she wore a vintage band tee tucked into a plaid skirt. Her eyes, light blue-gray checked out the perfection of herself. Sommer knew that Amanda would be home soon, and she had to act normal. Delete that awful video, now, Sommer!”
The sound of Amanda’s furious voice echoed through the hallways, and Jake’s heart raced. She sat on the edge of the bed, her fine legs crossed, offering the camera a clear view of her cleavage. Ava was dressed in a way that seemed to perfectly blend comfort with a hint of seductive allure. She sat on the edge of the bed, her fine legs crossed, offering the camera a clear view of her cleavage.
