Page 2 of Jack Frost
“What about we just go to a bar and let loose a little? We both deserve it. We’ve both been studying our asses off and I’ve had just about enough for a little bit.”
“Yeah. We could do that.” I check my phone again and my heart leaps into my throat when I see a text from Jack, a guy from here in our hometown. “Here’s something interesting,” I say, putting my glass down and scrolling through his text.
“What is it?” Sammy leans to read over my shoulder as I recite the text out loud.
Hey Caty. It’s Jack. I was just flipping through my yearbook and I came across your picture so you were on my mind. I’m having a party tonight and I thought you might like to come. Let me know. You know where I live.
My heart beats a little faster as I read the text - okay, alotfaster. Jack is an absolute sex stick, and I think my panties would melt if I got within a ten-mile radius of him. He was on the football team, he played bass in a local punk band, and he has the lips and eyes to make you fall to your knees in an instant.
“He said he was looking at your yearbook picture!” Sammy says, grabbing my phone.
“Yeah,” I say, my face feeling hot. I take another long sip of my wine. “He probably saw my picture and decided to invite me to the party because he feels bad for me.”
“What the hell are you talking about? You were very hot back then.”
“Um, we are best friends, and that means you don’t have an obligation to lie to me. I know what I looked like.”
Unfortunately, I never discovered makeup until my first semester in college, and I never knew that my hair didn’t have to be a mess of tangled curls if I didn’t want it to be. I never even had my first kiss until I was in college.
“Well, he did invite you, and that’s what matters,” Sammy says, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder.
I stare down at my phone like it’ll grow teeth and bite me.
“So?” Sammy asks, standing up and stretching her legs, walking across the small living room to the window, pulling the curtains aside and peering out.
“So what?”
“So, are we going to the party or not?”
“I don’t know. There’s going to be people we know, and people we probably don’t feel like talking to.” I take a sip of my wine and swirl it around in my mouth before swallowing.
“That’s a yes. Come on. You know you want to. Is it just because you know your panties will get wet as soon as you see Jack?”
I cough and get up for a refill. “You want more wine?” I go into the kitchen and grab the bottle, coming back into the living room and filling up both of our glasses.
“You know when you pour a glass of wine you’re not supposed to fill it all the way to the top, right?” Sammy says, a smile playing across her lips.
“I guess it depends on the size of the glass,” I respond dryly.
“Come on. Get your cute butt into your room and let’s get dressed. This is happening tonight.”
