Atomorrowme problem.
Maybe Adelaide is right. Maybe going out will do me good. A few drinks, some loud music, dancing, and several hours where I can pretend my life is not falling apart around me.
Though, considering the last time I had a sip of alcohol, I somehow found enough courage to lose my virginity to a literal rival.
Although, considering he is now my professor and we seem to exist in some questionable truce…
I suppose technically I can no longer say I slept with the enemy.
Chapter 12
Piper
Blair finding out about Chuck and Jenny.
God.
The fact that he was about to propose to her really breaks my heart a little.
I glance at my phone to check the time.
Then I push myself off the sofa and switch off the television. The blanket slips from my lap as I stretch slightly and look towards the window.
I should probably start getting ready.
So I head towards my room.
I skipped skating after class today, which meant I came straight back to my dorm, made something quick to eat, and then lost several hours to episode after episode ofGossip Girl.
And I suppose I needed that too.
At one point, I almost texted Adelaide to tell her I planned to stay in instead. Rot on my sofa and continue binge watching my series all night.
But eventually I thought better of it and convinced myself I need a night out.
Because even while my attention stayed fixed on the screen, my mind kept drifting back to Hunter.
Mr Wardgrave.
After a quick shower, I do my makeup, leave my curls natural, and change into a short baby blue dress fitted at the waist with a corseted bodice and long sleeves.
I pair it with glittering platforms, the straps wrapped around my calves.
I slip on a jacket before I reach for a small purse and toss in the essentials.
One final glance in the mirror and I step out.
My heels echo softly through the corridor as I make my way to Adelaide’s door and knock once.
“Come in,” her voice calls from inside.
I push the door open and step into her dorm.
The layout mirrors mine, but the similarities end there.
Adelaide’s touch is everywhere.
Where my space feels minimal and organised, hers feels chaotic yet somehow organised at the same time in a very Adelaide sort of way.
