"It really doesn't look that bad, I promise." Blaire assures patting the remaining contents of the concealer bottle onto my severely bruised jaw making me flinch back at the touch.
"Yeah, it's not that bad, it just looks like I got beat up." I sigh looking at the purple and yellow fist-shaped bruise lined on the bottom of my face.
My response gets a laugh out of my older sister seeing as she enjoys when things like this happen to me, "You kind of did." She snickers some more.
"I'm glad you think this funny!"
"It's only funny because you jumped in front of a punch to protect a boy who's probably been in hundreds of fights." she continues to laugh at my expense as she perches herself on the bed.
I'd gotten that a lot sense I woke up last night and I didn't understand why I did it either
