Chapter Ten
I’d give my cousin this: The girl sure knew how to throw a party.
As I watched the music-thumping activities around me, my nostril smarted from the diamond stud embedded in the side of my nose. Yes, Eva had finally peer pressured me into it.
Hey, I’m not perfect.
My weakness had started as soon as I’d seen how cute the silver hoop she’d gotten for herself looked. Then she’d glanced at me, said, “Jeremy would hate seeing you with a nose ring,” and my resistance had sunk like the Titanic. God forbid I do anything he would approve of.
Worried how much goo would catch on it whenever I sneezed, however, I had opted for a stud instead of a hoop. The redness and swelling had gone down, and it had never bled the way Eva’s piercing had, so no one could tell it was only a couple of
