Once I am back in my bedroom, I change into my own clothes before heading downstairs. I really want to go home and grab a few things, like my sketchbook and the book I am reading. Throwing my shoes on, I walk over to the dresser, grab a hair tie from the drawer and pull my hair into a ponytail.
Something red in the mirror catches my attention. I brush my hair aside and study the red and purple mark on my neck. It's huge. I blush and put a hand over it.
Ezra left a giant-ass hickey on me, in plain view, where the entire world can see it. I snag the hair tie and yank it off, letting my hair fall back to my shoulders. No ponytails for me for a while. Who knows how long I'd have to live with that dreadful mark on me. Great, now I need concealer for Monday.
The idea of going to school and fa
