LILITH
“Who’s that?” I ask Quinn, who just got off the phone and returned to the science lab, where we are secretly hanging out before Kai’s dumb fight begins.
“It’s Addison. They're on their way.”
“They paid for those?” Suri consulted Quinn.
She was sitting on the teacher's desk, gulping a giant bottle of tequila before handing it over to ED, Clarke's cousin, who's staying for a week.
I don't really like him, but I didn't care who came for the fireworks event. Then again, I didn't like Clarke or any of those pathetic kids dancing in the assembly hall.
“I’ve gotten the credit alert,” Quinn confirmed and found a place to squeeze between Suri and ED before she snatched the bottle and brought it to her mouth.
The event was only starting, and the girls had long lost their lipstick;
