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Teddy

“Farmer Ted, can you do my makeup?”

I hate when my friend and roommate, Mariah, calls et my attention, and it alorks

But that doesn’t mean I have to like it

“Yeah, sure I can do your makeup” Of course I can—I always do

The foundation brush I’ets set on the counter, and instead of evening out my own complexion, I pull out a shade of concealer that matches Mariah’s skin Her skin is tan, thanks to copious a a compact of bronzer from my drawer

Mariah plops herself in a chair, closes her eyes, and tips her head back, waiting like she’s a celebrity and I’m the stylist who has all the time in the world to work on her face

I sigh

If I do herto have time to do mine That fact doesn’t escape my notice, but apparently it escapes hers

Either that, or she just doesn’t care

“I’ me, not chatty other than to tell me what she wants

It’s fine; that’s just how Mariah is—how she’s always been

“With a nude, glossy lip” She puckers herher lips Mariah is beautiful; I don’t knohy she feels it necessary to plump her lips and tan her skin and wear extensions

I watch her watching herself in theher dark brows They’re a stark contrast to her light-colored hair—alet defensive

“Shouldn’t you be hurrying? We don’t have tons of time”

I wouldn’t call her selfish, but she is a little selfish

Okay, fine—a lot selfish

Love her to death, don’t get , but even after all these years, Mariah Baker has always gotten what she’s wanted, and I’ve always been the person to help her get it

And right now, she wants me to do her makeup

You can do this, Teddy You can do Mariah’s makeup first then crank out a quick blow-dry of your own hair, and once that’s done, maybe even—

Mariah interrupts“Tessa and Caht That’s e need to rush it Are you doith that?”

Am I doith that?

I glance at the clock hanging on“When?” I still haven’t done otten dressed “What time?”

“Nine They heard there’s a party at the rugby house”

Shit That gives et myself ready

“You want to party at the rugby house on the Row? That’s so completely random” Usually it’s the baseball or football houses by, and no one I know has ever dated a player

It’s not like any of these boys will play professionally—unlike the other sports—so it’s kind of weird they have a designated house on Jock Row At this university, living on “The Row” is the equivalent to being a king of campus: everyone wants to be an athlete, and everyone wants to date one

It’s the off-campus party scene, and students flock there every weekend

“I’ve never heard of thee black charcoal under Mariah’s left eye “Ever”

“Right, but they have so up and they’re throwing a blowout—it’s supposed to be huge Everyone will be there”

“Dang Everyone?” I drag out sarcastically, brushing shadow across her upper eyelid “How big is their house?”

“Tiny” She’s already eyeballing herself in theher lips “It’ll probably be in the backyard If it sucks, we’ll just ditch and go to a frat party”

“You don’t think it’s going to get out of hand, do you?”

Dark brows rise “Why would it get out of hand?”