Chapter 18
EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW
Principal Morrison's office smells like coffee and old leather. The walls are lined with diplomas and awards, each one a reminder of authority and order. But sitting in the hard wooden chair across from her massive desk, I feel anything but orderly.
My hair is still damp from Celeste's water. My uniform sticks to my skin in uncomfortable places. The crescent mark on my wrist throbs like a second heartbeat.
Celeste sits in the chair next to mine, her spine straight and her hands folded in her lap. She's fixed her hair. Smoothed her clothes. Even managed to cover most of the red mark my slap left on her cheek with makeup she borrowed from Madison.
She looks perfect again. Untouchable.
But I know better now. I felt her stumble. Saw the fear in her ey
