Claire
The mark on my neck seemed to stick around just to cruelly remind me of how it came to be there, a souvenir from a night I wanted to forget. My parents bought the story that it was a curling iron burn, although I think Dad still had his suspicions, asking a few follow-up questions of both Gabby and me before he could be convinced. I felt bad lying to them, we had a relationship built on trust and here I was, going against everything I was raised on to protect some boy but Andy, to me, wasn't just any boy, he was my friend, he had been through enough, he didn't need my Dad, plus his own, coming down on him right now.
Jupiter saw right through my cover-up story, though, and she knew who the culprit was, but I managed to hold her back from saying anything to Andy, a mission that was
