ALLISON’S POV
“Woohoo!” I scream, half‑hanging out of the window with bundles of cash clutched to my chest. “Suck on it, Celeste!”
“Allison, put your head back inside the car,” Justin mutters.
I twist to look at him and his face is completely blank, like he’s emotionally buffering. “Are you seriously not even a little bit happy that we won?”
“I am,” he says calmly. “Just not happy enough to watch you get decapitated.”
My lips curl, and I mock‑swing at him, but he doesn’t even flinch. “Boring… you’re so boring.”
I start stacking the cash neatly, grinning like a total maniac. What are the odds I didn’t have to parade around campus like some desperate salesman to sell every single ticket?
I was just lying in bed when I got a call to bring the remaining, and boom—everything sold. Every
