Page 76 of I Blame the Club

Forget infectious disease, Nico Montez is a fucking tumour.

Nico

“Hear me out.”

“No.” Wes shakes his head, lifting his hands in the air, “Absolutely not.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask you!”

“I don’t need to know what it is to know it’s a bad idea.” He shifts his chair closer to Trip as if her proximity might save him, “Consider me out.”

My jaw drops, “You’re supposed to be my best friend!”

“I am your best friend. That’s why I can refuse whatever concoction you’ve come up with.”

Trip gives him a pointed look and Wes visibly melts, “Fine. Tell me about this terrible plan of yours and then I’ll decide.”

I grin, “Knew you would come around.”

“Ooh, plan making? I want in.”

Platinum blonde hair flashes past our table as Stella plops herself down in an open chair. Trip immediately brightens, abandoning her boyfriend to give her roommate a quick side hug.

“I thought you and Cody were leaving today.”

Stella pulls a face, “We were supposed to but Ellsworth has an interview this afternoon, so we’ve bumped the trip to next weekend.”

Wes leans forward, “What’s the interview for?”

Stella opens her mouth but I clear my throat, “Excuse me, but can we get back to my plan now?”

Stella waves a hand for me to continue.

“Thank you. As I was about to say, we need a theme for the next team party. Stella, theTeen Wolftheme last year was genius, so we need to bring the same energy this time around.”

Trip smiles, “That was such a fun one.”

Stella snorts, “You and Wes almost got kicked out of the club for public indecency.”

Wes clasps his hands together, “It should not be a crime to show your love to the world. Amen.”

Stella scoffs at him, “Sharing love and having sex in a dingy nightclub booth are two very different things.”

Trip blushes, “We didn’t have sex in a booth. We were just…”

“Mixing body paint to enhance our visual display.” Wes shakes his head solemnly, “It was all in the name of art.”

“You were displaying a lot more than-

“Okay!” Interrupting Stella, I clap my hands for everyone’s attention, “Now that we’ve embarrassed Trip and confirmed Wes is an exhibitionist, let’s get back to the matter at hand.”

I pull out my phone and tap the sacred app that is Pinterest.

“Here is the list I’ve come up with but we need to narrow it down. Is everybody ready?”

Nods go around the table and I feel a swell of pride. Look at me being a leader.

“We’ve got Fireball Fiesta, Tequila Togas…” I continue down my admirably long list, the hours spent assembling this particular vision board well worth the GPA drop.

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