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“Sorry, Trish, I misspoke. You know me, always going for the dramatics. Bellamy just got an A- which you know is a level ten catastrophe for her, so I was talking hyperbolically.”
My mom’s brow smooths out, somehow buying that lie. Or that I’d get an A-.
“Thayer’s right, hon. Grades aren’t everything. You’re in one of the best high schools in the world, you can take a night to go out and have fun.”
I groan again. I know that with the two of them teamed up, there’s no getting out of this party for me. “Fine. But I’m not staying long.” I say, trying to compromise.
“Whatever you say.” Thayer singsongs, happy she got her way.
“Alright mom, I’m going to have to go get ready for this party. I’ll call you in a couple days?”
“Sounds good, have fun!”
I hang up and open Spotify. I put on a getting ready playlist as I head to my closet. Thayer sits at my vanity, as she starts to apply her makeup.
“Sorry about that, I didn’t think that you might not want to worry her.”
“It’s all good. Plus, you’re not wrong." I reach into my closet and pulll dresses out one after the other as I search for something to wear. “Where is this party?” I ask.
“Um…”
At that one syllable, I turn my head slowly in her direction. I know that sound. It’s the one she makes when she’s guilty. When my eyes meet hers, they look back at me demurely.
“Oh, fuck. What did you do?” I ask.
“I didn’tdoanything.” She replies, guiltlessly.
“Thayer.” I warn.
She gives in. “Alright. But I wasn’t lying, I didn't do anything. I just… omitted something.”
“What?”
“Where the party is located.”
I’m confused. “Are we leaving the country? I hear that’s a very European thing to do on a night out. You go to a bar in Switzerland, you wake up the next morning in Italy. Preferably, with a hot Italian.” I add.
“No, it’s something else, although sign me up for that night out whenever you want.”
I smile at her. “Where’s the party?”
“Rogue house.”
The smile wipes off my face. “I’m not going.” I say, starting to put my clothes back in the closet.
“I told you she’d take it well.” Nera says as she walks in and throws herself on my bed.
“You knew about this too?” I ask. “There’s no way I’m going. I’m sure you agree, right, Sixtine?” I ask her as she walks in.
“I can see where you thought I’d be your best shot, but I’m with them.” She says with an apologetic shrug. “Sorry, I think you should go.”
“Why should I go to his party? That’s not just walking into a lion’s den, that’s paying for admission and sitting right in front of the lion’s open mouth.”
“Great metaphor.” Nera says.
“Thanks.”
“To continue it, if I may.” Thayer jumps in. “I see it more as paying for admission, sitting right in front of the lion and flipping it the double bird.”
