Page 22 of Ride or Die
We don’t talk anymore after that. Chains is sitting out on the front porch when we walk up.
“Need a break,” Mouse asks him. Chains shrugs.
“If you’re offering, sure,” Chains replies, standing from his seat. Mouse makes himself comfortable on the deep-seated porch swing.
“See you around, Chains,” I say before walking inside. I walk in on Emma and Rivet sitting on the couch watching some show about doctors.
"What are you two watching?" I sit in one of the oversized recliners.
"Grey's Anatomy!" Rivet tells me. "You've never watched it?"
"She doesn't watch much TV. She eats, sleeps, and bakes," Emma laughs out.
"This is true." I agree with Emma. "And when I do have spare time, I usually read."
"Reading puts me to sleep," Rivet admits and I can't help but laugh at her.
"Not to change the subject or anything, but what does one wear to a club party?" Emma turns to Rivet.
"Something sexy, but not too sexy. You don't want to be mistaken for one of the cut bunnies," she tells us. "Don't worry, between mine and Minx's wardrobes, we'll find y'all the perfect outfits."
"We gotta get her dolled up first." Emma hooks her thumb at me. A grin stretches across her face. "She's gotta look good for Buster."
"I'm pretty sure she could wear a potato sack and he'd still see her with stars in his eyes," Rivet tells her. I roll my eyes. "It's true! You could tell how smitten he was at A Novel Bunch the other day. He looks at you the way Raze looks at Minx. With so much adoration."
Every time I've seen him since he showed up at the bakery, I have had so much running through my mind I haven't paid much attention to his body language. At the pizza shop, he seemed like he was carrying quite a bit of guilt over what happened with us. His apologies sounded sincere. After having a couple of days to process everything, I decide I'm ready to talk to him again.
"We have a history. I'm sure that's what you saw," I tell Rivet. While I plan on talking to him, my heart has a wall built around it.
"Girl, I know what I saw. Trust me," Rivet says. I don't respond, staring at the TV but not watching the show. Once it's over, Rivet jumps up from the couch.
"Alright girls, let's go get sexified!" She pulls me from the recliner and leads me upstairs, Emma right behind us. Rivet takes us into her room, going straight for her closet while I sit on the edge of her bed.
"Work your magic," I tease her. She pops her head out of her closet, making eye contact with me.
"When I'm done with you, Buster won't know what the fuck hit him," she deadpans and disappears back into her closet. After a few minutes, Rivet comes out holding an oversize sweater and a bralette.
"These with a pair of skinny jeans will be the perfect combination of sexy and sweet," she tells me, handing them to me.
"Oh! Your super distressed jeans that show off your thighs would be perfect," Emma tells me.
"The ones I wore to the bonfire," I ask her.
"Yes! Those, with some Chucks," she suggests.
"I agree. Go change," Emma commands. I chuckle and walk over to Minx's room where all my things are. I change into my distressed jeans, sans underwear. The bralette is a white lacy one and it's gorgeous. I may have to talk Rivet into letting me keep it. The sweater hangs off my shoulder, which would be perfect for showing off my tattoo, but I switch sides, hiding my ink. It has a deep v-neck in the back with a twist. I have a couple of my own that are similar to this, but the v-neck isn't quite as deep. This one shows off the whole back of the bralette. Once I'm dressed, I put some Chucks on and go show Emma and Rivet.
"Hell yes!" Rivet says.
"Fucking gorgeous," Emma gushes.
"Let's put your hair in a cute messy bun, and for makeup, we'll do light eyes with bold lips. You rock that look," Rivet suggests.
"Sounds good to me. Do your thing," I tell her. She claps her hands in excitement and lets out a squeal. Between the two of them, they get my hair and makeup finished before getting themselves ready. When we're all dolled up, we head downstairs to find Mouse. We find him outside, still sitting on the porch swing, only now Sketch is sitting there with him.
"Whoa," Mouse gapes.
"Pick your jaw up off the ground, Mouse. If Buster or Saint sees you drooling over them, you're a dead man." Sketch laughs.
