taste.”
“Well, thank you. So I need to change and grab my purse. What time do you want to leave?”
“Just text me when you’re ready.”
You should hate yourself.
3pm
I’m redoing my makeup when I get a text from Riley.
Sex God: You were kissing my brother in front of me. Break my heart.
Me: It was one kiss and you hooked up with Audrey last night.
Sex God: Because you were with Aiden. Having a million dances.
Me: It was 29.
Sex God: Why didn’t you meet me at the party? It was fun.
Me: I was upset. Didn’t feel like a party. Didn’t want to go back to Aiden’s room.
Sex God: Why?! What happened? Did he try stuff you didn’t want him to? I’ll kick his ass, seriously.
Me: It’s a long story. And no, he was a total gentleman.
Sex God: So who upset you?
Me: Aiden. He confuses me. I have no idea what he thinks. One minute he’s all romantic. The next he acts like he hates me.
Sex God: What are you doing now? Wanna go to the cafe with me and Dallas later?
Me: I’m going off campus for dinner.
Sex God: With the dance team?
Me: Um, no.
Sex God: My brother?!
Me: Yeah.
Sex God: He asked you on a DATE!?
Me: No. It’s pizza. He hung with me and Dallas last night.
Sex God: So you can party with Dallas and my brother, but not me?
Me: We smoked. Chilled. I didn’t know he was gonna be there. He was upset about Whitney. Still loves her. We bonded over our fucked up love lives. Ask Dallas if you don’t believe me.
Sex God: So if he loves Whitney, why did he kiss you?
Me: I’m not exactly sure about that. We’re going to talk about love, true love, over pizza. And it was just a little kiss. Spur of the moment kind of thing.
Sex God: I wanted it to be you last night.
Me: LOL! Not enough, apparently.
Sex God: I was drunk?
Me: Not what I heard. And the girl talks, Riley. A lot. I heard ALL about you in bed. Well, what she remembers of it anyway . . .
Sex God: I hate you.
Me: You should hate yourself.
Sex God: True :(
Me: I still love you though.
Sex God: Good :) My brother needs a nice girl. I don’t really want it to be you, but I’m tired of the Bitch screwing him around. He needs to get over it already.
Me: He’s a nice guy, not the dick I first thought. But I’m NOT interested in him. At all! Like NOT AT ALL! And you two need to be closer.
Sex God: We are close.
Me: I mean talk to each other close, not tease each other close.
Sex God: That’d be nice.
As we’re driving off campus, I remember to press the appropriate buttons on my phone so that Garrett doesn’t send the cavalry after me.
“Is this main gate the only way out?” I ask Dawson.
“You planning to sneak out?”
“Um, no, but I just wondered. The guard told us they have a senator’s son here this year. I thought, you know, if terrorists try to kidnap him or something, it might be good to know the back way out.”
Dawson grins at me. “He didn’t tell you?”
“Who didn’t tell me what?”
“You already know the senator’s son.”
“I do? Who?”
“Guess.”
“Jake?”
“No.”
“One of the freshmen?”
“Nope.”
“Just tell me.”
“It’s Dallas.”
“Seriously? I wouldn’t have guessed that.” But I plan on talking to him. I wonder if he was briefed on security protocol and escape routes.
We get to the Range Rover dealership. I find the car I want sitting on the showroom floor and tell the salesman that I’ll take it. He takes me into an office. I give him my shiny new black credit card and am slightly shocked that he takes it, charges my account, gives me a few papers to sign, and hands me the keys.
I never knew it was so easy!
As we’re walking out, Dawson says, “I’m starving. You ready for the best pizza of your
“Well, thank you. So I need to change and grab my purse. What time do you want to leave?”
“Just text me when you’re ready.”
You should hate yourself.
3pm
I’m redoing my makeup when I get a text from Riley.
Sex God: You were kissing my brother in front of me. Break my heart.
Me: It was one kiss and you hooked up with Audrey last night.
Sex God: Because you were with Aiden. Having a million dances.
Me: It was 29.
Sex God: Why didn’t you meet me at the party? It was fun.
Me: I was upset. Didn’t feel like a party. Didn’t want to go back to Aiden’s room.
Sex God: Why?! What happened? Did he try stuff you didn’t want him to? I’ll kick his ass, seriously.
Me: It’s a long story. And no, he was a total gentleman.
Sex God: So who upset you?
Me: Aiden. He confuses me. I have no idea what he thinks. One minute he’s all romantic. The next he acts like he hates me.
Sex God: What are you doing now? Wanna go to the cafe with me and Dallas later?
Me: I’m going off campus for dinner.
Sex God: With the dance team?
Me: Um, no.
Sex God: My brother?!
Me: Yeah.
Sex God: He asked you on a DATE!?
Me: No. It’s pizza. He hung with me and Dallas last night.
Sex God: So you can party with Dallas and my brother, but not me?
Me: We smoked. Chilled. I didn’t know he was gonna be there. He was upset about Whitney. Still loves her. We bonded over our fucked up love lives. Ask Dallas if you don’t believe me.
Sex God: So if he loves Whitney, why did he kiss you?
Me: I’m not exactly sure about that. We’re going to talk about love, true love, over pizza. And it was just a little kiss. Spur of the moment kind of thing.
Sex God: I wanted it to be you last night.
Me: LOL! Not enough, apparently.
Sex God: I was drunk?
Me: Not what I heard. And the girl talks, Riley. A lot. I heard ALL about you in bed. Well, what she remembers of it anyway . . .
Sex God: I hate you.
Me: You should hate yourself.
Sex God: True :(
Me: I still love you though.
Sex God: Good :) My brother needs a nice girl. I don’t really want it to be you, but I’m tired of the Bitch screwing him around. He needs to get over it already.
Me: He’s a nice guy, not the dick I first thought. But I’m NOT interested in him. At all! Like NOT AT ALL! And you two need to be closer.
Sex God: We are close.
Me: I mean talk to each other close, not tease each other close.
Sex God: That’d be nice.
As we’re driving off campus, I remember to press the appropriate buttons on my phone so that Garrett doesn’t send the cavalry after me.
“Is this main gate the only way out?” I ask Dawson.
“You planning to sneak out?”
“Um, no, but I just wondered. The guard told us they have a senator’s son here this year. I thought, you know, if terrorists try to kidnap him or something, it might be good to know the back way out.”
Dawson grins at me. “He didn’t tell you?”
“Who didn’t tell me what?”
“You already know the senator’s son.”
“I do? Who?”
“Guess.”
“Jake?”
“No.”
“One of the freshmen?”
“Nope.”
“Just tell me.”
“It’s Dallas.”
“Seriously? I wouldn’t have guessed that.” But I plan on talking to him. I wonder if he was briefed on security protocol and escape routes.
We get to the Range Rover dealership. I find the car I want sitting on the showroom floor and tell the salesman that I’ll take it. He takes me into an office. I give him my shiny new black credit card and am slightly shocked that he takes it, charges my account, gives me a few papers to sign, and hands me the keys.
I never knew it was so easy!
As we’re walking out, Dawson says, “I’m starving. You ready for the best pizza of your
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