Page 36 of Talk Nerdy To Me
“Plural?” Base asks, turning as he drops his pen.
“People at college gift them to me all the time so they can say their fake ID was good enough for a Sterling,” I explain. “Apparently it’s good marketing, according to them. They tell me as much every time I try to refuse them, and they say it’d help them out. I like helping people.”
Sticks cocks his head, then shakes it as he says, “Rich people.”
“Get dressed,” Base tells me. “Maybe I’ll find out what you do that makes men too aggressive when they dance with you.”
If I’m not mistaken, he looks amused as he says that. And out of context, it sounds entirely too ridiculous.
“It was the environment,” I tell him. “Most were drinking despite the absence of alcohol, and there’s a certain violent dancing method some men believe to arouse a woman.”
“I’m missing something,” Sticks says, looking between us.
Base wipes away his smile as he begins telling him too much.
“Britt tried to pick up guys in a bar, since she loves dancing, but every time she ended up with guys too aggressive. Her brother made her take a bodyguard when she went, since she flew solo at a lot of under twenty-one hot spots. Naturally, I’m curious. This was supposed to be something most people don’t know.”
“Ah, gotcha,” Sticks says as though that makes all the sense in the world.
“See? Sticks gets me,” Base says, reaching down to start undoing his jeans.
I whirl around, putting my back to him, and…then pretty much run out of the room. Maybe everyone is right about me not being ready for sex if I’m running away from a guy undressing. A guy who I asked to devirginize me.
Webster’s should accept that as a valid word, because it’s quite practical.
“For fuck’s sake, dude, wait until she’s out of the room to start undressing. Or are you trying to get murdered by a Sterling?” I hear Sticks asking, and I almost break my no-eavesdropping rule.
Instead, I hurry to my room and take an inordinate amount of time getting ready.
Because apparently I’m going dancing.
On a Friday night.
With people I barely know.
I distinctly remember telling them I had fake IDs. There was never a vocalized agreement that I’d go. Apparently I somehow said something to allude to going.
How did I get myself into this?
