Chapter 20

CELESTE POINT OF VIEW 

My face burns.

Not from the slap.... though I can still feel the sting on my cheek where her hand connected. No, this burning comes from somewhere deeper. From the humiliation that sits in my chest like acid.

I lock myself in the private bathroom near the senior lounge, the one only girls like me are allowed to use. The mirror shows what I expected. Red marks across my perfect skin. Hair disheveled from when she grabbed me. Makeup ...