Nova – First Person POV
By the time I got back to my dorm, my heart was still in my throat. Dinner. At the Blackwoods. With the principal. With Damien's family.
Kill me now.
Tessa was already sprawled across my bed like she owned it, flipping through my tiny excuse for a wardrobe. Clothes were flying everywhere. She held up a wrinkled T-shirt with a unicorn on it and made a face like I'd just committed a war crime.
I was glad Serena was out with her friends so she would have another reason to hate me, especially the reason being over a dinner I didn't want to attend.
"Nova. No. Absolutely not. Do you want Damien Blackwood to think you're twelve?"
I groaned and flopped face-first into my pillow. "Who said I care what Damien Blackwood thinks?"
