“That’s a cute ass sweatshirt!”
She was referring to my turquoise juicy. Going blonde had opened up a whole new world of color for me. A template without reserve, which she must have known all about. Few things will clash against the head crowned in gold.
Brie was rich. Blonde, pretty… she came at night sometimes. Always up. Always down for anything. She had the neediness of someone who’d always had more than the others around her. She was cool and I think everyone liked her. I did. Still, there are times when a girl should know better.
She had a beautiful maplewood make-up box, fully loaded with high-quality shit. Obviously, it went missing almost immediately.
“Have you seen my box? It was…”
“Brie, you know you’re never going to see that thing again.”
“Fuck. That box costed 500 dollars. My dad got it for me.”