slice and sit down in my desk chair. “Thank god it’s Friday.”
“I know. I just ran into Sabrina and confirmed our plans and good news, she’s got a fake ID so she said she’d get us drinks.” He takes another huge bite of pizza. “How long until your 21 again? I hate relying on someone younger than I am.”
“A couple months.” A thought occurs to me. “Wait, then I’m not driving.”
He shakes his head as he swallows his food. “Na, we’re going to call a taxi. We’ll have it come here first then swing by to get them over at Dow.”
“You’ve got things all figured out, nervous for your big date?”
He scoffs. “If we do go on a date, it would be Sabrina taking me. That girl is all independent woman. I’m into it.”
“I can’t picture you on a date,” I say honestly.
He narrows his eyes. “The only thing weirder than that is you having a girlfriend.”
“True.”
INDIGO
“Wow, this place is awesome,” Sabrina exclaims. Arms full of dresses, two pairs of heels and a makeup bag, her eyes scan my spacious room before she plops all her stuff down on the bed. “It’s like I’m living in a closet compared to you.”
I run my fingers through my wet just-showered hair, feeling a little guilty about my special housing treatment. “Are the freshman rooms that bad?”
She sits down on my bed and begins sorting through her things. “I hate being a sophomore in a freshman dorm, but otherwise, not really. My roommate is, though. Her high school boyfriend called her about 50 times last night and she refused to pick it up or put it on vibrate. So finally, I answered his call and told him in no uncertain terms to get a life, so I think she hates me.”
I laugh and sit down next to her on the bed, picturing her doing just that. “For some reason, that isn’t hard to imagine.”
“I ran into Shawn earlier, they’re going to grab a taxi and pick us up in about an hour. Do you know what you’re wearing?”
“Actually, I do.” I get off the bed and reach into the box to grab the new shirt my got me. I hold it up to my body and bite my lip, feeling stupid. “Do you think it’s too much?”
Her eyes go wide and she reaches out to finger the soft material. “Are you kidding? It’s perfect! Red is definitely your color and is going to look amazing with your hair.” She reaches behind her and grabs a yellow spandex dress. “I’m thinking of going with this, what do you think?”
“It’s lovely, but let’s see it on. That green dress looks pretty too.”
She agrees and hops of the bed and begins to strip, proving she doesn’t have a shy bone in her slender body. Sabrina and I have been texting a lot the past few days, and I’m really starting to like her. She doesn’t press me for information, she does most of the talking, and on the plus side, she thinks I’m funny. It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone besides my mother to really chat with, and the girl time has done me some good after a difficult start to the week.
I cross the room to my blow dryer, and flip my head upside to dry my hair. When I look up a few minutes later, Sabrina is pivoting around my room in one of her dresses as if she’s looking for something.
“Wow! Definitely the yellow,” I say truthfully. The dress fits her tall willowy frame to perfection, and her long legs look incredible. “I’d love to have legs like yours. Shawn is going to flip when he sees you in that. He’s definitely likes you.”
“He better be,” she tells me with a quick nod. “I spent a fortune on this at the store today.”
I’m about to turn the blow dryer back on when her next question stops me in my tracks.
“Where’s your mirror?”
I clench my fist around the handle of the blow dryer, and find I can’t meet her eyes. “Oh I, um, forgot my full length one at home. There’s a smaller one in the bathroom.”
The moment it comes out of my mouth, I realize my mistake. I try to call her back but she’s
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