I woke up in a panic and made Livvie have sex with me. She didn’t seem to mind.We had Thanksgiving dinner in Livvie’s apartment. Claudia and Rubio brought bottles of sangria, since it was apparently the favorite drink of their little group. I started drinking scotch before breakfast. Livvie thought it was “cute” how nervous I was. True, I was a little nervous, but mostly I wasn’t looking forward to making conversation. I figured the smell of me might keep people away.Claudia was a force of nature—a spritely-looking creature with short dark hair, green eyes, and a mischievously sinister grin. She was even smaller than Livvie, but you wouldn’t notice it given the way she had a tendency to get into one’s personal space. That one being me.“Oh my god, you’re gorgeous.” She held my head in both hands and turned my face from side to side, then up toward the ceiling. I felt like I was being looked over for lice, or worse—being appraised. I pulled my face away and scowled at her.
