Chapter 47: Tension
-Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the Chapter:
I don’t know why I did it. I don’t even like facial piercings. The thought of putting something permanent on my face, something that draws attention—it’s never appealed to me.
But every time I look at the scar on my lip in the mirror, that stupid, tiny cut, it’s like a sharp jab to my pride.
It pisses me off, especially knowing Glyndon was the one who put it there. Her slap. Her anger. Her audacity. And now, every time I see that mark, it’s her I think about.
So, I decided to cover it up. Replace the memory. Or at least, distract myself from it. A piercing felt impulsive and bold, a way to take back control.
As I said goodbye to my friends, the ache of laughter and camaraderie fading, I headed back to my room. The second I stepped inside, I froze.
She was there.
Glyndon.
Glyndon fucking Walton.
I thought she’d be asleep, tangled in her sheets, or maybe with Alex, still doing God knows what they do when I’m not around. But he wasn’t there.
She was alone, wide awake, sitting on her bed like she’d been waiting for me.