Pants on Fire
Chapter Two
"The Gull 'n Gulp just so isn't Morgan Castle's kind of place," Sidney was going on, into my cell phone. I grunted in response. I was trying to work some leave-in conditioner through my wet hair with a comb.
I'd had to wash it three times after my shift in order to get the smell of fried quahog out of it.
Seriously, I don't know how Seth can stand to make out with me when I stink so much of clams.
But the stink is pretty much the only downside of waitressing at one of the most popular restaurants in town. Especially when you pocket forty-eight bucks in tips, like I did tonight.
Not to mention the added bonus of getting kissed by Eric Fluteley at the soda station.
"I mean, shouldn't she have been over at the Oaken Bucket?" Sidney asked.
"Totally." I don't know what's going on with my hair. I have been trying to grow it out ever since an unfortunate bob incident midway through sophomore year. It's almost shoulder-length now, with a lot of layers (because he stick-straight thing that works so well for Sidney doesn't work at all for me) and gold highlights to make it less aggressivel ...
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