So you and St. Clair seemed pretty friendly at breakfast."
"Um." Is she threatened by me?
"I wouldn't get any ideas if I were you," she continues. "Not even you're pretty enough to steal him from his girlfriend. They've been together forever."
Was that a compliment? Or not? Her emphasizing is really getting on my nerves. (My nerves.)
Amanda gives a fake, bored yawn. "Interesting hair."
I touch it self-consciously. "Thanks. My friend bleached it." Bridge added the thick band to my dark brown hair just last week. Normally, I keep the stripe tucked behind my right ear, but tonight it's back in a ponytail.
"Do you like it?" she asks. Universal bitch-speak for I think it's hideous.
I drop my hand. "Yeah.That's why I did it."
"You know,I wouldn't pull it back like that. You kinda look like a skunk."
"At least she doesn't reek like one." Rashmi appears behind me. She'd been visiting Meredith; I'd heard their muffled voices through my walls. "Delightful perfume, Amanda. Use a little more next time. I don't know if they can smell you in London.

Author: Stephanie Perkins