Chapter FifteenIt’s here. Party night.
I look at myself in the mirror, readjusting my hair for the hundredth time. Skinny jeans, trainers, River Island T-shirt. I don’t know if I look dressed up enough. Or casual enough. Maybe I should gel my hair some more? I slowly reach for the gel pot, not taking my eyes off the mirror. No: enough gel. Behind me, I can see my litre bottle of blue WKD, staring at me. When Mum brought it home I was so shocked I asked if it was supposed to last me a few parties.
‘No, silly!’ she’d laughed. ‘But of course, don’t feel like you have to drink it all.’
She’d been surprisingly easy to convince, both to let me attend the party and to buy me alcohol. She seemed even a little excited about it, offering to give Daisy, Callum and I a lift to Stacey’s house. Jenna
