Page 11 of Loving Bad
“A guy asked for my number," I said, sharing my moment with her.
"That is awesome. What's his name?" she asked, closing the book she'd just been studying.
"Caleb," I said.
"Come on, I want all the details," she prompted as she patted the empty spot beside her. I dropped my bag onto the floor beside her bed, and I sat beside her. She listened intently as I gave her a brief rundown of what happened.
"So what does he look like?" she asked. My first response was to say he looked like the opposite of Sin, but I caught myself. I couldn't understand why I compared him to a boy I barely knew.
"He's tall and blond with dark blue eyes," I said, trying to describe Caleb to her. "And he has dimples."
"I have a weakness for dimples," Jordan revealed, shaking her head.
Before I could stop myself, I thought about Sin. It seemed I had a thing for bad boys who had piercings and were covered in tattoos.
"So if he calls, will you go out with him?" Jordan asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Sure, he's really cute," I answered automatically. He was good-looking, and he seemed like a nice guy so I would definitely give it a chance.
I couldn't help thinking that although I'd been excited about Caleb asking me for my number, my response was still lukewarm compared to how I felt around Sin. Sin didn't seem like the type to ask a girl for her number. He seemed like the type to give her one earth-shattering night and then never look her way again. I'd been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I'd missed half of what Jordan had been saying so I only caught the end part.
"What are you going to wear?" she asked.
I frowned for a moment.
"Wear to what?" I asked, confused.
"You weren't listening to a word I was saying," she said as she smiled knowingly at me. "You daydreaming about Caleb already?"
I shrugged, not wanting to lie.
"There is a party tonight," she repeated. "So what are you going to wear?"
My first party had been an eventful one. Most girls after experiencing what I had would steer clear of parties for the rest of their lives, but for me it was different. I didn't want to shy away from experiences even though they might be bad.
"I'm not sure I have anything to wear," I mumbled.
"It's okay, I'm sure I can find something of mine you can wear," she said as she got up and walked over to her closet.
"Just no miniskirts," I said, remembering spending half the night trying to make sure my panties didn't show the last time.
"No miniskirts," she said and began to look through her wardrobe.
