TITLE: Kisses and Curses
GENRE: YA Paranormal
"You're freaking out, aren't you?" Alyssa Vandevsen looks down on me from the extra three inches of height provided by her spiked, snakeskin heels, and gives me her patented I-see-right-through-you stare. "I told this party was a bad idea."
I pull on my goes-with-anything sweater, which has the benefit of requiring me to break eye contact with Lys, and try not to hyperventilate. "I'm not freaking out. I just hate to be late."
"I can tell when you're lying, Rory. You get all--"
"What?" I look up.
Lys is staring at my mouth. As if her gaze has conjured the sensation, my upper lip tingles.
"Your lips," she says.
The tingle develops into a prickle. Seizing on the distraction, I run into the adjoining bathroom.
Was I stung by a bee? Did someone shoot me full of Botox as part of some elaborate practical joke?
I do a quick visual inspection, but it's hard to tell what's going on given my sorry excuse for a mirror. The narrow oval is tarnished, and the silver scrollwork border eats into the small amount of useable surface area.
Lys strolls into the room behind me. "Did you get a new lipstick?"
My lips don't look puffy, but the deep red color of the overpriced lip stain I bought this morning hasn't faded. I press my lips together and feel a spark, like a faint electricshock.