Layla's POV
"You’re coming to the party with us."
Charlotte didn't ask.
She declared it like she had already made the decision for me.
"Exactly," Isabella agreed immediately.
I should have known I was in trouble the second I saw them walking toward me after the game.
Our team had just pulled off a win after losing twice in a row, and apparently, that meant the entire campus needed to celebrate.
"Our school finally won," Charlotte said, throwing her hands up dramatically. "After two losses. Two. This is a historic moment, Layla."
"It's a hockey game, Charlotte."
"It's a victory," Isabella corrected. "And victories require celebrations."
I rubbed my tired eyes.
"I never said we shouldn't celebrate. I just said I'm exhausted. We can celebrate at your place. Somewhere with a couch.
