Page 19 of The Midnight Confessions: Part Four

Me: You can absolutely sit on my bed with me and watch Cassie flash the tiniest thong in the world at me every time she bends over.

There’s a long pause before Trent sends me a photo biting his fist, which makes me smile.

“Tell Trent I’m almost done,” Cassie says over her shoulder, making me look up. Her hair is a gorgeous, frizz-free mass of red curls. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

“Will do,” I murmur, pretending as if I’m not completely fucked. “I’m not worried. You never take long."

Putting on some light makeup, light pink lipgloss, and dangle daisy earrings that look like real flowers, she pulls on peep toe booties.

“Let me just grab my wallet and keys,” she mutters, making me reach for my wristlet. Standing, I wait for Cassie, walking out of the room together.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this dress before,” I tell her, trying to keep cool as we wait for the elevator.

“I ordered it online, but haven’t had a chance to wear it anywhere,” she shrugs with a small smile. I think she can tell that I love it on her, rather than just the dress itself.

“Night out, ladies? Ow! Ow!” yells one of our dorm floor mates, making us both blush.

“Dinner out before midterms suck the fun out of things.” I grin.

“Have fun,” she says with a wink, walking away in her pajamas. I love dorm life. No one judges you for being in your pjs early, or living off of Hot Cheetos all through finals week.

Okay, so I haven’t done the last one, but it might happen. The echo of heels on tile follow us as we get onto the elevator, and two other girls slip inside with us.

We spend the ride chatting with each other, and apparently they’re going to a ladies night at a bar. I feel as if I just don’t have the energy to do something like that, even though it’s my freshman year of college. Somehow I’ve aged and I’m boring now.

Linking my arm with Cassie’s, we step off the elevator together, striding toward where Trent is waiting for us.

“Damn, y’all are gorgeous. I hope you’re hungry. I’ve been dying to try this restaurant,” he says with a grin as he hugs us. Trent always smells amazing, and looks delicious in a blue dress shirt rolled up on his arms and dark jeans. The dark gray canvas oxfords are a nice touch, pulling his outfit together effortlessly.

“Roll your tongue back into your mouth,” Cassie whispers into my ears, making me flush.

“Are you trying to tell me you’re immune?” I giggle. Trent isn’t paying close attention to us, instead opening the door like a gentleman.

“God, I’d have to be dead not to be affected,” she teases.

Letting go of her arm, I walk through the door. Trent easily wraps his arms around our waists as we walk together to his car.

“How was everyone’s day?” he asks, glancing at us as we walk.

“I had lunch with Frank,” Cassie offers. I didn’t know that she was still talking to him after he threw her under the bus after her performance. It just shows how big this girl’s heart is.

“Really?” I ask, wanting to know how that went.

“Mmhmm. I went to the theater because they’re doing auditions for the next show, and he’s assisting this new director. Apparently, the director heard or saw me at my show, and is a big fan. He asked me to read for them and sing one of the songs, even though I couldn’t formally audition,” she explains. “They’ve had a hard time finding a lead so far, so auditions were running long.”

Trent stares at Cassie for a moment, before asking, “So, how did you do?”

I know she killed it before she opened her mouth. Cassie is glowing. “It was surreal.” She shrugs. “It was super quiet when I finished, and then they burst into applause. I have a feeling that they’ll have a hard time finding their lead female character for this.”

“You really don’t want to do it?” I ask, sad that this has been ruined for her in a way.

“I can’t.” She sighs as we get to the car. The parking lot is slammed since everyone is home. Climbing in, Trent puts on music, and off we go.

The restaurant is a thirty minute drive, but Cassie doesn’t mention it, as she’s singing and not paying attention.

Driving up to the hotel, Trent valets the car, leaning in to murmur something to the attendant. I feel a small thrill of excitement, and I can only hope this night will go the way we plan.

“The restaurant is inside?” Cassie asks, and Trenton nods.

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