nineteen and unravelling
"Some of us are trying to decompress from the drive, and I don't need Beyonce rattling my skull."
I blinked, my standard Brookhaven smile immediately snapping into place. Rule number one of human interaction: kill them with kindness. "Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry! We didn't realize the walls were that thin. I'm Kelsey, by the way, and this is—"
"I don't care," she snapped, stepping forward into the hallway. She looked down at her glass, then looked at my pristine cream knit top, and her eyes narrowed with a bizarre, unprovoked malice. "And stop smiling like that. It's obnoxious."