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“Oh, I know you do. I just hope they’re not there tonight. I don’t even understand why they were at that party last year if they’re such big rivals.”
Brogan knows about what happened that night, to an extent. I couldn’t bring myself to relive all of the events by telling her about the assault. What’s done is done and as long as I don’t see Damon, Miles, or Winton again, I’ll be okay.
I haven’t seen any of those three guys since that night last year. I don’t even know if they got in any trouble when the cops showed up. I haven’t asked, and I really don’t want to. I’m all about putting the past behind me and moving forward. Chances are, if I see them tonight, I’ll pretend like I’ve never met them before. They’ve probably forgotten all about me anyways.
“They likely went to start shit with the Misfits’ team,” Brogan says confidently. “And like you said, they got kicked out. The motives of men are impossible to understand, so it’s best to not even try.”
I wish I could live life as carefree as my sister. She knows who she is and owns it. I know who I am; I just want to be the one that gets through high school so she can start following her dreams.
“You’re probably right.” I sigh as I lean against the doorframe. “I’m sure they’ve learned their lesson and we won’t see them again.”
I’m sure Winton hasn’t forgotten getting hit with a metal pipe, so hopefully that was enough to keep them all away.
“Don’t hold your breath on that,” Brogan says, crushing my hope as she pushes out the stool in front of her vanity and gets up. “We will see them again, no doubt. Ravencrest isn’t that far away, and like you said, they’re rivals.”
She walks over to her bed and strips out of her cheer uniform, then tosses it on her bubble gum pink comforter.
Eyeing the teal-and-black uniform has me thinking about my encounter with Abby yesterday.
“What do you think of Abby?” I ask, out of nowhere.
Brogan goes to her walk-in closet and disappears inside. “Abby Bower? She’s all right. Sort of stuck-up. Why did you ask?”
“No reason,” I tell her, although it’s a lie. I’m not about starting unnecessary drama. If I tell Brogan the things she said, she’ll go straight to Abby in my defense. Brogan and I look out for each other like that.
Brogan pops her head out of the closet. “You sure? Because if she did something?—”
“No, no.” I assure her as I pick up a tube of mascara off of her vanity. “It’s nothing like that. She just mentioned that she and Rome have a thing, and that we might see her around here at night. That’s all.”
She disappears back into her closet and raises her voice. “I’m not surprised. Rome holds the attention of most of the school. I don’t know Abby well, but she definitely loves to be noticed.”
“Like someone else I know.”
“Hey.” She huffs. “It’s true. I like getting attention from guys. But I’d prefer the attention of just one. I just don’t know who that one is yet. I have to get my feelers out there.”
She walks out of the closet looking like a supermodel in a black satin halter dress that accentuates her hourglass frame, barely covering her ass. She spins around and I take in the open back with a single braid of fabric going up her spine. “Damn, Bro. You look hot.”
She bats her lashes. “Why, thank you.”
Just seeing her makes me feel miniscule and basic. I could never pull off a dress like that. I’m not petite like Brogan. I don’t consider myself big, but I’ve got a thicker waist with more in-depth curves. Though, I do have nice legs and boobs that Brogan says she’d kill for.
Brogan joins me beside the vanity and grabs my hand. “Your turn.” She takes the mascara from my hand and tosses it on her vanity before dragging me out of her room. “I’m thinking that cute black baby doll dress would be perfect.”
I scrunch my nose. “The one I wore to our great-gran’s funeral last summer?”
“Oh yeah. Scratch that. I’ll just have to have a look-see.” She pushes me toward my door with determination. I have a love-hate relationship with being Brogan’s Barbie doll. On one hand, she always makes me look hot. On the other, I never feel like myself in what she dresses me in.
“You do realize I’m fully capable of picking out my own clothes?”
“Of course you are. It’s just…”
“Just what?” I ask as I’m shoved into my room.
“We’re going to pretend the party last year didn’t happen.” Brogan exhales, looking sad. “So, this is basically our debut party in Willow Creek. I just think…”
She trails off in a way I don’t see her do often. I place my hand on hers. “Think what?”
Coming back to herself, her expression lights up. “We need to go big.”
