VIOLET
We’re going all out for this. The whole dance team is going to the game, and half of them are in our apartment. While Greyson was whispering in my ear to come to the game, Knox was inviting the whole damn team via Willow. What started as Knox innocently asking if Willow and I were interested—which she responded, maybe—turned into him trying harder. More persuasive of an argument, I would assume. Based on Willow’s pink cheeks anyway.
Amanda and Jess are in Willow’s room, applying their makeup on the floor using one of those cheap wall mirrors. Paris has planted herself beside me in the bathroom, using our curling iron. The rest of the girls are in the living room.
“You’re wearing that?” Paris asks, wrinkling her nose.
I look down at my blue tank top. It has the Hawks mascot in wh
