ALLISON’S POV
I’m crouched in one corner of the rehearsal room, lacing my sneakers with fingers that are slick with sweat. My hair is sticking to the back of my neck, my muscles are screaming, and all I want in life right now is a shower and about ten hours of sleep.
“You know you cheated, right?” An annoying voice comes from behind me.
I sigh dramatically before even bothering to turn around. God forbid I get a single peaceful moment on this campus.
Straightening, I turn to face Celeste, already exhausted. "What the hell are you talking about?”
She steps closer, folding her arms across her chest in that classic mean-girl power pose. Honestly, someone should invent a new stance. This one’s overused.
“Aaron told us to sell the tickets ourselves,” she says, her tone dripping with accu
