Page 39 of One of Them Girls

Would Xavier like it? Only one way to find out.

“Fuck it,” I say breathlessly as I hang the hanger over my arm.

“That’s my girl!” Rebecca cheers. “Now let’s check out and get ready for tonight,” she says as she walks toward me. Rebecca grabs my wrist and pulls me toward the registers, making me laugh.

“Slow down.”

“No time to waste! We have prepping to do.”

The five-minute walk to the shops seems to take much less time as Rebecca continues to power walk back to the house. I’m nearly out of breath just trying to keep up with her.

Once back at the house, Rebecca ushers me upstairs to get ready. I take a quick shower, washing the grime away and blow dry my hair. As I step out of the shower, I find Rebecca sitting on the counter, feet in the sink, applying her makeup.

“You’re ridiculous.” I shake my head as I dry off.

“You know it.” She winks as I throw my hair up in the towel.

Hustling into my room for the weekend, I get dressed in the green top and white shorts. Walking back into the bathroom, I come to a stop.

Damn, I look good.

Even with no makeup and a towel on my head.

“He’s going to swallow his tongue,” Rebecca says gleefully as I grab her blow dryer.

“Whatever you say,” I tell her as I plug it in.

Twenty minutes later my thick hair is dry and large and in charge.

“Can I curl it?” Rebecca asks as I wrap the blow dryer up.

“If you brought your curling wand.” I shrug as I reach for my makeup. After quickly putting on the basics and her doing my hair, we head downstairs, finding the guys once again in the kitchen, music on and pizza on the counter.

Jack whistles. “Damn. I don’t know about you X, but I’m feeling pretty lucky tonight,” he boasts.

“Jack,” Xavier warns, never looking away from me.

I bite my lip, looking away. “So, what kind of pizza did you get?”

“Ham, right?” Xavier clears his throat, pushing a box toward me.

“Thanks.” I smile at him as I take a piece from the box.

Xavier and I eat in silence as Rebecca and Jack talk enough for the both of us.

“We should probably start the fire,” Xavier says, abruptly.

“I’m game,” Jack says, tossing his paper plate in the trash.

I watch as Xavier takes his time, wiping his hands off on a napkin and wiping off the counter under his plate before he tosses his trash.

“Meet you out there,” he says to me as he passes.

“Sounds good,” I whisper.

As soon as the back door closes Rebecca cackles.

“What’s so funny?” I frown.

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