Page 132 of Girls Night
“Hell to the no, I’m not going! This isn’t a game!”
“We’re going, Des. As my best friend you are literally obligated to accompany me and make sure I don’t do anything stupid.”
That’s some shit Jules would say.
Without making it obvious, I reach into my bag for my phone and thumb through the screens to our thread. There’s a brief moment where I contemplate not telling her. I Still don’t plan on going and my plan is to close the topic tonight for good, but then I remember what I told her last night.
YOLO.
It’s a silly philosophy to live by, but at the same time… You really onlydolive once.
Me:Sooo, these girls in my class are talking about the invite…
Her reply comes through within seconds.
Jewlz:That’s two people ON CAMPUS talking about this. It’s a school, Kai, I’m telling you.
Me:I don’t know… Her friend seems weary about it, too.
Jewlz:Same with the girl from my class. I still think it’s from school.
Me:I don’t know what to think, but since we’re jumping on the say yes bandwagon, how about this? I’m going as your date tonight, right? Be my date on Saturday then…
I send it so fast, I don’t actually start internally panicking about it untildeliveredappears beneath my bubble.
Holy fuck.
And here I was supposed to benottaking tonight seriously.
So much for that.
Jewlz:Any time, any place. You know that.
My jaw drops, I won’t even lie. This is exactly what I mean; the tides are changing. She’s treading closer and closer to the line and I’m obviously having a hard time not wanting to cross it.
I’m halfway through my reply when Professor Hart walks in, forcing me to lock my screen and shove the phone between my legs. He’s got a no tolerance policy.
“Sorry I’m late. Traffic was a bitch. Let’s jump right into where we left off last week.”
Everyone starts opening their books to the last page we were on, giving me five seconds to text Jules back and tuck my phone into my bag.
Me:I’m holding you to it.
* * *
“Jules, you ready?” I call from the living room.
It’s already ten. This thing started like two hours ago, which means drinks are dwindling, and all things considering, I definitely need a drink.
Or five.
And a blunt or two while I’m at it.
“Yuppp!” She appears at the threshold, closing the door behind her.
I have to lock my jaw before it tumbles to the ground. She’s not wearing anything extravagant, it’s a dorm party after all, but she looks cute as fuck. A little black spaghetti-strap dress, light wash jean jacket tied around her waist, pristinely white keds with the laces tied around her ankles. A high, messy bun and fierce liner completes the simple look.
“Does this look bad?” she asks, pulling me out of my own head.
