Chapter 73 - Broken friendships and relationships

The day After the sleepover 

Presley’s been talking non-stop, her voice cutting through the quiet like nails on a chalkboard. I’m barely paying attention, my patience wearing thin. But then I catch a few words that make my ears perk up.

“You should’ve seen Celeste’s face,” she says with a smug smile. “When I told her to change into pajamas that didn’t match with ours, it was priceless. She looked so out of place.”

My jaw tightens. “Why would you do that?”

Presley blinks, thrown off by my tone. “What do you mean? It was just a bit of fun. You know how she is.”

“No, I don’t,” I say, my voice steady but edged with anger. “And I don’t see what’s so fun about humiliating someone who’s supposed to be a friend.”

Presley frowns, her confusion turning into annoyance. “Come on, Liam. It’s j