Page 71 of I Shouldn't Feel This Way

“Let’s take a break,” she said. “My brain is already fried from all these assignments.”

It was as if Jessica had read my mind as she got off my bed and walked over to my iPod dock.

“I downloaded this song yesterday.” She swapped our iPods and cranked up the volume. “I can’t stop listening to this—it’s a sick remix of ‘Beautiful, Rich & Horny’.” Jess faced me with a grin. “Get up! Let’s dance!”

I laughed, watching her sway her hips in rhythm with the electro house beat.

I couldn’t believe she was singing those lyrics out loud. The worst part was that I started singing along with her because I recognized the song.

“We have to choreograph this and make a video!” she exclaimed.

“Are you kidding me? We are so not uploading this on YouTube.”

“Wesoare! Seriously, Aria—have some fun for once!”

I was tired of being the responsible teenager all the time. I just wanted to do something dumb and potentially reckless. I wanted to act my age.

“Tie up your shirt like this.” She walked over to me and rolled up my red tank top, tying it in a knot. “See? Show off those abs!”

I laughed, hiding my face in my hands.

“Now, pull down the front a bit, so your cleavage pops out.”

I followed her instructions like a virgin learning the art of seduction. (More like the art of turning into a video ho.)

“Let your hair down.”

I yanked on my hair tie and shook my locks free.

“Way sexier. Now unfasten the first button of your jeans.”

“No way, Jess! They’re already low-rise!”

She rolled her eyes at me and tugged my pants down to my pelvic bones.

“Cute thong you have on!” Jess giggled. “And it’s black … You know what that means, right?”

I slowly shook my head.

“You’re so ready to get laid.”

“Whatever!” I laughed, feeling a little embarrassed that she knew that I was a virgin.

My wild and quirky friend emulated my wardrobe style and then placed her laptop on my desk. We choreographed a simple dance routine that mostly consisted of booty popping and twerking before we were confident enough to sing along with the lyrics. Jessica sang the first four verses, and then it was my turn. I got in front of the camera and lip-synched the explicit lyrics with her.

Yeah, I’ll admit it, I felt super slutty dancing the way I was, but I didn’t care. It honestly felt good to let loose. Jessica backed up on me and began to grind in a scandalous way, while I thrust my hips into her as if I had an invisible … You get the picture. It was really very laughable. When she finally turned around, her face went flush, and she dashed for the iPod and turned it off.

“Why’d you kill the tunes?” I asked in confusion, watching her swiftly untie the knot on her shirt. She appeared to be in a panic.

“Hi, Mr. Hunter.” Jess sounded nervous.

Oh crap.Embarrassment was all I could feel as I slowly turned around and faced my father.

I’d been so distracted by our stupid dance moves that I hadn’t even realized that Noah had arrived home … and was standing right by my door … watching his daughter dance like a stripper.

Totally cringing inside.

“Hello, Jessica.” He smiled amusingly and folded his arms in his chest.

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