Chapter 20
CELESTE POINT OF VIEW
My face burns.
Not from the slap.... though I can still feel the sting on my cheek where her hand connected. No, this burning comes from somewhere deeper. From the humiliation that sits in my chest like acid.
I lock myself in the private bathroom near the senior lounge, the one only girls like me are allowed to use. The mirror shows what I expected. Red marks across my perfect skin. Hair disheveled from when she grabbed me. Makeup smeared from the fight.
From the fight I lost.
The memory crashes over me in waves, each one worse than the last.
Standing over her with the water bottle, watching her face crumple as the cold liquid soaked through her hair. The satisfaction I felt in that moment. The rush of power.
Then everything went wrong.
Her hand c
