I’m not even through the front door of our bedroom before Esme is flying at me, her hair stuck up in odd angles in a messy bun with her curling iron brandished in her hand like a weapon. I can’t tell if it’s on or not and this is what scares me more.
“I cannot believe you!” she shrieks, waving her hands in the air. “You’ve broken the most crucial rule there is!”
I stumble back into the doorway with a slow blink. “I have?” Truth be told, I haven’t got a clue what she is talking about or why she seems so mad about it.
“You did not tell me you asked Arun freaking Grey on a date tonight!” she hollers. It’s so loud I’m wondering why she hasn’t got the entire student body running in here. I am also highly aware she has still got the curling iron in her hand and I eye it nervously.
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