The rest of the week was a blur of parties for Spring Break. We stayed at school and partied every single night. Tonight, the party’s at our mansion, and Lia and I are putting the final touches on ourselves for the night.
“I’ve been hungover since Tuesday; I don’t even know how I’m going to drink tonight,” I told Lia as she cleaned old makeup off my face and replaced it with a fresh layer. Last night we were at a club, and I still haven’t gotten all the glitter off me.
“You know the only way to keep the hangover away is to keep drinking,” She laughed as she started to curl my hair.
I fake gagged, and we laughed. Finally, when she was done, I pulled up my skin-tight black dress Minas made me and had her zip me up. I put my tights on to help cover up the scars on my legs; no one wants to
