We both nod at the same time as Katie finishes the braid and gets her makeup out. I flinch away, hating it, and scootch closer to Jace. "Hella no. No. No," I push her hand away from my face.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
She tries to do it again and I slap her hand away. She narrows her eyes at me. "Rayah, C'mon. You don't look pretty like that," She mutters.
I shrug, "I don't give a sh*t," I mutter back, crossing my arms. She rolls her eyes and I mimick her with a smirk. She glares at me and I glare at her back. She looks at Jace. "You are?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The most important service rendered by the press and the magazines is that of educating people to approach printed matter with distrust. — Samuel Butler
