Cara’s POV
Maybe this was payback, and I told her that once, but Megan had hit me with her bag that day. Maybe if I were to repeat it, it would be that fork she was holding like a lethal weapon against my head.
“Oh, it gets worse,” Megan warned, pointing her fork at me like she knew I was about to laugh. “I come home after a double shift, and the entire living room is covered… covered in neon body paint.” She said.
“Body paint?” Jason repeated, sounding intrigued. “Like, on canvases?” he asked, and I shook my head at him. He had no idea she was trying to reel him into that sympathy game she was looking to play.
Megan snorted. “No, Jason. Not on canvases. On people. Strangers, rolling around on the floor like it was some kind of weird rave.” She said, and I saw Jason widen his eyes i
