OLIVIA
"Where do you even get the info on these parties?" I ask. "Do you have some kind of secret source that tells you when and where they are happening?"
Ashley stops digging through my shelves for makeup and turns to face me. That smirk on her face tells me she is enjoying keeping me in the dark.
"I have my ways," she says.
My eyebrows pull together. That answer does not help at all. It only makes me more curious, but I am not sure I actually want to know the truth. Honestly, I do not even want to go to this party. But Ashley has already decided I am going, and she is determined to get me ready whether I like it or not.
"There it is," Ashley cries out, holding a tube of eyeliner above her head like she has just found something precious. "f**k me, I cannot believe I forgot to bring
