Scarlett POV
One night was all it took.
I cracked my eyes open and immediately wished I hadn’t.
The girl staring back at me from the bathroom mirror looked like she’d gone twelve rounds with a heavyweight and lost.
Left side of my face was swollen tight and shiny, the skin stretched so hard it felt like it might split if I smiled.
Should’ve listened, she muttered, voice low and gravelly in the back of my skull.
Yeah. Delaney had told me last night: hot compress, elevate, don’t be an i***t. I’d rolled over, muttered something about “sleep will fix it,” and passed out.
I squeezed toothpaste onto the brush and glared at my reflection the whole time I brushed.
Foam dripped down my chin. The swollen version of me did the same thing, looking ridiculous. I spat, rinsed, and avoided t
