Page 67 of Dr. Fellow

We take a bow as the crowd cheers around us, probably more out of gratitude that we’re getting off the stage than in praise for our ridiculous “Wagon Wheel” performance.

“Crushed it.” I hop on Beau’s back as he weaves us through the sea of people in search of our friends. I have to hang on with one arm while the other holds my Revolve mini dress over my ass, trying to refrain from flashing any strangers tonight.

“That was iconic, but I’m pretty sure they thought you were the bride and groom. And I’m not gonna lie, it made me a little jealous,” Claire says once we reach our table, her red lips falling into a dramatic frown.

She’s right—on our walk back, several people commented that we made a cute couple. Which—gross—zero percent of me is attracted to that meathead. But it’s also entirely her fault because for some ungodly reason, she made us all wear white tonight.

Apparently, Cass mentioned that she wanted to do a black and white theme this weekend, so Claire took that to mean we wear black one night and white the next. If she had just consulted with me, instead of keeping everything secret until the last minute, she would’ve known that idea was ridiculous.

Beau softly drops me to the ground before wrapping his massive arms around his girlfriend. “Hey, pretty girl. Wanna go dance?”

Claire beams up at him and nods, her earlier pout vanishing in an instant.Before I can even sit down, they disappear onto the crowded dance floor.

“So who was the better duo? Me and Cass, or Me and Beau?” I ask the table.

Parker and Walker are engaged in a serious conversation about board exams, completely oblivious to my question, so I flick my eyes to my best friend and smile sheepishly.

“Obviously you know I love you, but I think Beau and I were the crowd favorites. ‘Since U Been Gone’ just didn’t hit the same way it does in the basement of GJ’s.”

Our local bar features a live karaoke band on the weekends, and we’ve been known to light up the room with a duet of the iconic song by Kelly Clarkson. It’s always a hit, and the first time we screamed the lyrics, I lost my voice for two days after—now it’s kind of our tradition.

“That’s okay.” Cass laughs, adjusting her gold glitter sash that has BRIDE written across the front. “I received enough applause for a lifetime earlier.”

“Hell yeah, you did. Hottest bride and groom that Hurricane Heatwave has ever seen.”

Her cheeks flush bright pink, likely thinking back on the moment when the entire crowd at the male strip show was on their feet, screaming for her and Parker while they got a dual lap dance.

I’m sure if they had been sober, it might have gone very differently. But in their tipsy state, they were both having a blast. Parker even broke into a full smile at one point, which I hope means the stick has officially been pulled out of his ass for good.

I look down at my empty glass. “I need a refill.”

Cass nods in agreement, her hazel eyes scanning the busy bar and landing on an opening in the corner.

Getting to my feet, I peek at my tits to make sure they’re contained before I grab my best friend’s hand and lead us through the chaos.

“Two vodka sodas, please,” I yell across the sticky bar before turning to Cass.

A massive wave of affection washes over me—she’s truly glowing tonight, with her blonde hair in loose curls and a full face of makeup done by Claire. I can’t help but picture her on her wedding day, and after my conversation with Parker, I’m genuinely excited about their marriage for the first time.

I reach out to put my hands on her shoulders, steadying myself as I suddenly feel all of the liquor from the day catch up with me. “I love you.”

She smiles softly down at me. “I love you too.”

“No, you don’t understand.” My chin wobbles as guilt hits me hard. “You mean so much to me, and I feel horrible for being such a bitch about Parker. I was the worst. And I’m sorry. And I hope you forgive me. Please forgive me . . .”

I lurch forward, squeezing her waist as hard as I possibly can. It’s not the most eloquent apology I’ve ever given in my life—blame it on the alcohol—but I mean it with my whole heart. Cass is like a sister to me, and it would kill me to have done something that ruined our friendship.

“Of course I forgive you, Morg, but I’m going to kill Parker,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes as she pulls back from our hug. “He said something, didn’t he?”

I blink up at her, trying to keep a straight face as I remind myself that I don’t have to tell everyone everything. “Nope.”

She chuckles. “You really are the worst liar.”

“Okay, but don’t be mad at him. I’m glad he did—he’s off my shit list. For now.”

Cass arches her brow suspiciously, but she doesn’t say anything else because fresh drinks are pushed toward us. We both take our glasses and hold them up in a toast. “Well, cheers to that.”

“And cheers to being the hottest bitches ever,” I add, slinging back my drink in one long chug.

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