ELIZA POV
"Here are your wings and fries," said Freda when she finally delivered my order. She's a waiter who happily works at Quickies, our favorite cafe on campus. By us, I meant, Taylor, Octavia, and Gina, who had now removed herself from our circle and was seated at the far distance by the window, at another table, having a serious discussion with Rowen about the incident at their marking rituals that went the other way.
I am sure she's there pointing all the blame at me. In her story, I am the villain and the girl who gets what she wants. It has been the problem since middle school. She's always blaming me for overdressing when I don't even know how to wear make-up. And it's all because she created this concept in her head about Rowen and me, when we'd only been nothing but best f
