Page 62 of Filthy Elites

“There’s a secondhand shop that has really cool dresses just around the corner.”

“Awesome. I love those stores.”

“Me too. Most of the girls at Maverick Prep turn up their noses when I say I buy most of my clothes secondhand. I don’t care what they think though.”

“Good for you. I confess I get most of my stuff online these days.”

For reasons I really can’t tell her.

“I think that’s what most people do. Let’s find something amazing for you to wear tonight.”

“Tonight?”

She tilts her head. “For Jason’s party.”

My cheeks become warm. “Oh, I’m not going to that.”

“Why not? Aren’t you dating? I know you said you weren’t invited, but I thought dating him changed things.”

Her question rekindles the emotion I felt earlier when Jason stormed out of my room. “I don’t know if we are. But anyway, I still wasn’t invited.” I shrug, trying to sound nonchalant.

She narrows her gaze. “That sucks.”

“Not rea—”

A guy rushes out of the convenience store to our right and bumps into Sage, sending her to the ground. She falls on her butt, and the momentum almost sends him down too.

“Dude, watch where you’re going,” I say.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry,” he tells Sage, ignoring me. He offers his hand and helps her back on her feet. “Are you okay?”

Her cheeks are flushed when she says, “I’m okay. Don’t worry.”

“I didn’t see you,” he continues.

I bite my tongue as I notice her reaction. She’s blushing even more furiously now under his attention. Maybe because he’s a hottie.

“Eric, what in the world?” An older man walks out of the store. “What did I say about running around like a maniac?”

The guy rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Sorry, Grandpa.”

“Are you okay, young lady?” the man asks Sage.

“I’m fine.”

"Eric, go grab a couple of water bottles for the girls.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, you don’t need to bother,” Sage replies, but Eric heads back into the convenience store anyway.

“It’s the least he can do after running over you,” the man replies.

Eric returns a moment later and hands over cool water bottles to Sage and me.

“Thanks,” I say.

Sage seems frozen and simply stares at Eric. I elbow her arm, which snaps her out of it. “Yes, thank you.”

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