Celeste's POV
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I hopped out of bed when the banging became persistent, brushing back stray strands of my hair.
For the gods sake, I haven't even washed my face yet.
"Do you want to break the door down again?" I snapped the second I opened it, eyes blink-squinting at the familiar dolled up face.
Lysandra Carrington's stormy eyes were shaded with dark eye shadow. She wore a dark blue hoodie—something I've never seen on her once—and had the hood covering her face.
Without saying anything, she barged in like she owned the place. "Skip pretending, Celeste. I know what you did."
My brows furrowed, neck swaying from left to right of the hallway outside. A few students were already out, either scurrying to classes or staring curiously at my door and their phones.
Sighing, I shut the door. "You know what I did?" I repeated her words, spinning to face her. "What are you even talking about? You come here in the morning, demanding I—"
