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My roommate perks up. “That’s pretty cool. I’ve seen a couple documentaries on similar stuff. Oh! Have you seen the one on how Walt Disney imagined his amusement park?”

The way she lights up makes me smile. I know she wasn’t particularly excited about this lunch, but she was still willing to come.

I let them go back and forth on different documentaries they’ve seen because it seems like they’ve got a lot in common. It’s not a conversation I can contribute to.

Wiping the grease off my fingers, I grab my phone and swipe on the unread message I have waiting for me.

Noah:I’m not surprised. People have always been drawn to you

I find myself blushing, hoping the two people at my table don’t notice.

Me:Did someone abduct you? You’re being nice

Noah:Har har very funny

Me:I thought so

Putting my phone down, I re-enter the conversation and pick up my pizza again. “Do you know of any good parties around?”

Lincoln smirks. “Of course. Chamberlin is known for their Greek row parties. The soccer team has the biggest bashes. They’re having their first one Friday night.”

I look at Kennedy. “Do you want to go?”

She nibbles her lip. “I’ve never gone to a party before. I don’t know if it’s something I’d like.”

The last thing I want to do is pressure her into going. “Well, let me know. We don’t have to drink or anything, but it could be fun.”

Lincoln nods. “Yeah, let me know. I’ll happily escort two beautiful ladies.”

He’s flirty by nature, so it doesn’t make me that uncomfortable. And, apparently, Kennedy isn’t upset by it. “I guess if you’re both going to be there…”

I straighten up. “You’ll go?”

“No drinking though,” she tells me.

It’d probably be a good thing if I laid off alcohol, so I nod. “No drinking. Promise.”

Lincoln claps. “It’s settled. I’ll pick you ladies up at your dorm Friday night.”

Kennedy offers him a small, timid smile, and I can’t help but notice excitement flash in her eyes that makes me think this will be good for the both of us.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Ihold Kennedy’shair back as she vomits into the shrubs lining the sidewalk and shoot Lincoln a glare when he starts laughing at the sight. “I thought we said no drinks.”

He holds his hands up in surrender. “I don’t know if you noticed, but she was the one grabbing the drinks, not me. I told her to slow down. You weren’t exactly stopping her either.”

I’d gotten her water throughout the night hoping we could avoid this part, but she was too nervous about the party to eat beforehand. “I guess she can check off her first party at least. And her first hangover tomorrow morning.”

Lincoln nods. “We’ve all been there.”

“Vomiting in bushes?”

“On someone’s shoes, actually,” he tells me, cringing. “And it happened to be the president of the frat I was rushing. Needless to say, I didn’t get in.”

Snorting at the sight I’m picturing in my head, I rub Kennedy’s back and watch as she straightens up and wipes off her mouth with the back of her hand.

My roommate says, “I’m never drinking again. Never.”

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