"I still cannot believe you did that!" Emma shouted in shock as she continued to coat mascara on her lashes looking in her small mirror on her dresser.
It was Saturday night, 7:43 P.M., but Emma and I were preparing for the party tonight that she forced me into going to.
"Neither can I." I sighed, laying back on her bed as I listened to the faint indie music through her radio. "I'm such an i***t! He's going to ruin my life."
She rolls her eyes, capping her mascara before picking up her eyeliner and red-doing her wing. "Stop worrying, I'm sure he won't do anything too bad..."
"You always say that." I point out, sitting up from her bed. "Is he home right now?"
She shook her head. "He went out for the afternoon, which means we won't have to worry about him telling on us for going to some
