Daisy smiles wickedly. “Wow, who would have thought—Lo blows better than Lily.” I rub my lips to keep from smiling. Everyone else looks fairly uncomfortable by that statement—only because it came from Daisy. If I said it, it would’ve been fine. If Lily said it—everyone would have fucking laughed. Lo glares at me. I extend my arms. “I didn’t do a fucking thing.” “You’re a shitty influence.”
