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“Eyes that don’t look exhausted,” Karma answers, fluttering what are clearly false lashes at me.
They’re overlong and silver. As usual she looks like she’s about to start dancing in the background of a RAP music video. The silvery pants she’s wearing are insane. She’s showing off her toned midriff in a cropped black shirt while she picks through the contents of her bowl with her fork.
“You don’t look exhausted,” Cleo says. She’s wearing a black velvet dress that looks like it’s been tailor made for her body. Her own false eyelashes are a little less obvious than Karma’s silvery tips.
Cleo shakes her head at Karma. “Stop being a bitch. We’re all friends here.”
Karma rolls her eyes. “I was only being honest.”
“You were being mean,” Erin speaks up from the corner of the room, where she’s eating her food at the small desk beside the door that leads to the hall. Her long hair hangs poker straight, and she looks pale as she gives us all a wry smile.
“Ugh. Fine,” Karma mutters. “Be oversensitive little princesses. See if I care.”
I set my can of soda down on the floor next to me, and I start to eat.
The TV gets taken off mute when the show we’re watching comes on.
Karma’s in control of the remote, which seems to be normal.
Last night’s reality show made sense.
A singing competition with a recording contract prize, I can see why Scarlett and her friends would want to watch it.
Alpha Island is a whole other story.
I’ve seen clips like everyone else, but I had zero desire to ever watch an episode.
Too bad Scarlett’s friends seem to watch it religiously.
“Oh, my God. I told you Olive was an Omega,” Cleo says, her eyes lighting up as the show starts with a clip of the horrified girl perfuming in front of one of the island’s awful, arrogant Alpha males.
“Well, it was pretty obvious,” Karma says.
“It’s always obvious,” Erin adds, sounding like she’s sick of the show.
“Well, I didn’t realize until last week,” Cleo defends. “When she freaked out about having her bathroom washbag stolen.”
“I knew the minute she started crying when someone else was upset,” Karma says.
“I thought they explained that by saying she was just homesick?” Cleo says.
“That was to throw everyone off,” Karma scoffs.
Karma looks at me, her eyes narrowing. “You’re being awfully quiet, Scar. What’s up?”
Shit. She does think something’s wrong with me.
I try to think about what Scarlett would say about this stupid show.
My mind comes up blank. All I can think is that it’s painful to watch and exploitative as hell.
There’s no way Scarlett would say something like that. She probably finds it entertaining.
I clear my throat. “I think you guys are talking too loud. I want to see what Olive’s going to do now that she’s been found out.”
“Well, clearly, she’s going to pretend she didn’t know,” Karma mutters.
It sounds like a dumb answer, but it turns out to be exactly what the bikini-clad Omega does.
