I snort, looking back down at my hand that’s still stinging, and red raw. Is it meant to hurt for thislong? I feel like it’s got its own heartbeat and everything, is that normal?
Massaging it with my other hand, I soothe patterns across it, and jolt when my name is called.
The room is applauding, some even hooting as they glance between Lakelyn and me. I scrunch my eyebrows together, confusion clearly lacing my face.
“I knew yours would be picked.” Finley smirks, gripping my shoulders and shaking me in excitement.
“Huh?” I’m so confused.
“Your article,” he gives me a duh look. “It’s getting printed, did you zone out again?”
Yes, I zoned…wait, what the fuck did Finley just say?
“It’s getting printed?” I gasp, sitting straighter.
“You so zoned out,” he chuckles. “Yes, your fucking article is getting printed, Lilly Jackson!”
I gasp as the room continues to applaud. What the fuck? I’d done it. I got an article printed. Am I dreaming? Is this real?
My heart pounds hard against my chest, and I couldn’t help the smile that made its way across my lips. All the hard work (mainly dealing with Lakelyn) the late nights, and the countless drafts had finally paid off.
Holy fucking shit.
I’m having my first ever piece published—given it’s only the college newsletter, but that’s beside the point. Ha, fuck you, Elizabeth for saying I’d never accomplish anything as a writer.
Maybe I should send her a copy of the article just rub it in her face.
“Omg.” I gasp, glancing around the room, still in shock.
“Now that is the perfect excuse to get drunk tonight.” Finley wiggles his eyebrows.
“Fuck yes.” I grin, agreeing with him.
Ever since freshman year, the class would go to Jinx, kind of a little final bash before Christmas break once exams are over. And tonight was the one evening most of the class was free, so we arranged it at the start of the semester to go tonight.
And tonight is the perfect night because I also get to celebrate my article being printed.
I’m still on cloud nine over that, I don’t think it’s fully hit me yet…it just feels so surreal.I’mgetting an article printed? Me? Professor Davenport thought my article was worthy enough to be printed, and that alone was an accomplishment in itself—being praised by your Professor for the work you’ve poured your heart and soul into really is something else.
And I couldn’t fucking wait to tell Greyson.
Chapter 45
Lilly
“Does anyone want another round?” Finley asks glancing around the booth.
A chorus of orders comes in making him groan, taking his phone out, he types in the orders on his note app, muttering about how he’s not a superhero who can type a million miles per second and stop shouting orders over one another.
“What’s that one with the salt around the top?” Lakelyn asks, lifting a finger to her lip, tapping at it in thought.
“A cock?” I resort, swirling the wine around my glass before taking a sip. “Thought you’d know that from the amount you claim to suck.”
My eyes widen when I realize what I’ve just said, holy fuck, am I that drunk where I’m just spluttering stuff out? But in all fairness, it’s not a lie.
She shoots me a glare. “Don’t be jealous.”
I snort. “I would never be jealous of you.”
