CAROLINE'S POV
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I lounging in the living room, it's quiet except for a few girls sitting around, chatting about their nails. Their chatter is a reinforced stone wall, making it impossible to read the history book in my lap as my ears perk up and I give in, eavesdropping, even though I shouldn't. I didn't want to, but I also couldn't help myself.
"Rust looked at you today," The one swooned, her dirty blonde hair, a few shades darker than mine, cascades down her neck and stops in between her shoulder blades as it hangs from her ponytail. "We're...having fun," the other tries to act nonchalant, but the way her voice raises an octave sings loud like a bellbird. It's impossible to miss.
I could feel eyes on me, a sharp knife gliding down my cheek softly, "Did you see her on Mac's lap la
