Page 54 of One of Them Girls

The four of us lean into the frame and she snaps a few different photos and posts them all.

Guys are thrown, bones are broken, the crowd boos and cheers, and it’s like a sensory overload unlike anything I have ever experienced. And the way Cassi gets into it, I can’t help but hope this is the first of many rodeos we go to.

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Cassi

Rushing into my dorm,I replay this morning’s conversation with Xavier.

“Hey, how about just you and I go do something tonight?”

“Like a date?” I tease, leaning into his side in a booth out of sight.

“Yeah, like a date. That okay with you?” He raises a brow, smirking as he pulls on a strand of hair.

“You won’t hear me complain.”

“All right. Let me find something for us to do.”

“Sounds good.” My watch vibrates, reminding me it’s time to head to class. “I have to go.” I sigh before leaning in and stealing a kiss.

“Take good notes,” he says before kissing me once more.

“I’ll try,” I say as I slide out of the booth. “Later.”

“Later.”

I toss my bag on the floor and start ripping through my closet.

Wear something old.

That was the text I got an hour ago.

“Hey, what’s got you moving so fast?” Rebecca asks as she kicks my bag out of the way.

“Sorry about that.” I nod toward my bag. “I’m going out with Xavier.”

“Like a date?” she asks, clearly surprised.

“That’s what he said,” I say over my shoulder as I slip on a pair of jeans.

“You’re going on a date with Xavier Walsh and you’re wearing jeans?” she says skeptically.

“He said to dress casually. Well, his exact words were something old,” I yell, tossing my heads up.

“Okay, okay. No need to freak out. I mean, this is the first real, official date that you’ve had with this guy that you’re clearly head over heels for, but no need to panic.” Rebecca throws her hands up.

“That is not helping,” I say, rubbing my hands over my face, a little overwhelmed.

“Sorry. Look, you have nothing to worry about, he asked you on a date,” she reminds me gently.

“I know.” I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as Rebecca scrolls through her phone.

“Can I ask you a question though?”

“Sure,” I tell her as I slip a shirt over my head that makes my boobs look fantastic.

“Do you know who babyyates is on social media?”

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