LIYA’S POV
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“Kenz, no.” I cross my arms, glaring at my best friend who snuck into my house at ten pm. She’s wearing tight black leather pants, a sparkling white crop top that only covers her breasts. It hugs her boobs so tight that they look even bigger than what they are.
“Come on, it is literally the biggest party of the year.” she presses both her index fingers to her thumbs as she rolls her eyes with the most excited smile plastered on her face.
It does sound fun to just let loose, but first off, I am not to mingle with the Lombardi’s and second off, I am grounded for slapping the princess.
“I can’t.” My lips press into a thin line as I stare Kenzie down. She isn’t like me, she does not care about what people think of her, she lashes out, does things like she’s not supposed to an
