-Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the Chapter:
I don't know why I did it. I don't even like facial piercings. The thought of putting something permanent on my face, something that draws attention—it's never appealed to me.
But every time I look at the scar on my lip in the mirror, that stupid, tiny cut, it's like a sharp jab to my pride.
It pisses me off, especially knowing Glyndon was the one who put it there. Her slap. Her anger. Her audacity. And now, every time I see that mark, it's her I think about.
So, I decided to cover it up. Replace the memory. Or at least, distract myself from it. A piercing felt impulsive and bold, a way to take back control.
As I said goodbye to my friends, the ache of laughter and camaraderie fading, I headed back to my room. The second I stepped inside, I froze.
She was there.
Glyndon.
Glyndon fucking Walton.
