Charlotte thought it was going to hit her in the head. The lemonade came as more of a shock. She screamed out of frustration and aimed at Krystal's throat.
Charlotte was glad. She got a towel and locked the bathroom door before taking a shower and carefully washing her hair. Stupid cow pouring lemonade on me, she must know it gets sticky, she thought.
After playing a game on her phone, Krystal looked through her contacts.
She wanted to try calling her mom, but was afraid of what she'll say.
Krystal stared at the number for almost ten minutes before looking towards the stairs.
It rang and it rang and finally a voice picked up on the other end. Club music roared, yet the person seemed to be across the street. Probably a house party.