Wealth, status, and beauty define the elite of Kensington Prep. Every one of them possesses the ability to get away with anything and everything they want, unscathed and remain as privileged and superior as ever.
But Amory Scout decides that tim...
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The following Friday Night, Parker, Luciana and I are spread across Parker's suite bathroom in a mess of Dior makeup and glitter, mixing up Four Lokos and Grey Goose. I'm making my face over- candy flossing my features, streaming petal pink across my cheeks, my eyelids, slashing it across my pouty adolescent lips.
Parker has her floral-printed Orla Kiely makeup bag in her lap and a Fenty neon green liner in hand, trying her best to trace the outline of the neon green smokey eye she has done on herself. Due to the lethal combination of alcohol, her coordination with the liner is shaky as best.
"What do you think?" Parker asks, turning to me.
I widen my eyes at the misshapen eye-liner and cackle, "It looks like you have a penis reaching out of your eye."
"What?" Parker frowns at her reflection in the mirror and wipes her eye with a Kleenex.
"Here, let me help you." I pour some La Mer cleansing oil onto a piece of cotton and scooch across the bathroom sink. I fold the cloth in half and clean up the line, humming to Luciana's tunes playing loudly on her opened Macbook. Luciana's playlist is a mixture of hard-trap and rap music, crooning out a song by The Weeknd, something about popping ass and doing drugs, as I re-apply concealer on Parker's face and breathe my Four Loko and Vodka laden breath into her nose.
"There you go," I grin. Parker smiles nervously as I step back, Luciana watches this exchange from the corner of her eye, mouth set so tight it almost disappears into a line.
"Shouldn't have taken the first shot," Parker grumbles as she sips the sickly sweet mixture of Four Loko, otherwise known as Devil in a Can, and vodka and winces at the kool-aid acidic taste. "Should we do gems on our cheekbones, to go with our highlight?'
"Oh my God, yes!"
Parker and I spend the next hour gluing Swarovski gems onto our cheekbones, sharpening our contour and matching our neon makeup to each other since we're wearing similar neon Supreme LV bikinis in colors of bright green and hot pink. To go with our bikinis, we decided on matching Alexander Wang joggers that have cool flames licking up from the hem. Along the side of the velvety track pants are these cool graphic designs going up the sides and I pair them with these neon Balenciaga sneakers that have orange and pink stripes going up to them.
"Cute," Luciana says, her smile borders on mocking as she acknowledges Parker and me in our matching outfits.
"Yeah, Amory decided it'd be cute to do a Spring-Breakers vibe."
"And Parker wanted to match," I add teasingly as I bring my own whiskey glass full of Four Loko and peer at Parker through my dark fluttery lashes. Parker blushes at my comment under the thick smear of foundation, concealer, blush, and neon shadow. Her ice-blonde hair has been tightly dutch-braided across his head with neon green extensions; her skin is tanner and bronzer than ever.
"Hmm," is all Luciana could say as she wiggles her slim body into an all-leather bodysuit with cutouts going up all her flat abdomen. Her caramel skin glitters with the golden body oil she lathers up previously. I don't miss the way Luciana eyes the interaction with Parker and me. I don't miss the way she sizes me up, looking at the way my boobs sit in my bikini top. I don't miss the way the hate smolders in her gaze.
