Page 67 of Wardrobe Malfunction

Looking at her, I see a gleam in her eyes, and I instantly know what she’s thinking.

She thinks I have a date. And she’s not far off. I do have a date, a sex date with Vaughn. And I can’t freaking wait.

“Oh, I, er…” Think, Charly. “I said I’d call Nick. Then, I was going to wash my hair.”

That’s the best you could come up with?

I give myself a mental slap.

She laughs. “So, call Nick early. Then, wash your hair, get dressed up, and come out with us.” She rests her elbows on the table, her chin in her hands. “I’m not taking no for an answer, Charly. You need to go out and have some fun.”

From the look in her eyes, I know she means she needs to have some fun, and then it makes me wonder what that jackass Jeremy has done to upset her this time.

And I know I can’t say no. I’ll have to put Vaughn off.

My vagina cries out in protest.

Sorry, girl. Hos before bros.

“Count me in,” I say.

She smiles big.

And I feel good that I’ve made her happy…even if my vagina is in pain right now.

“You want a coffee?” she asks.

“Homemade or Starbucks?” There’s one just across the street from the studio. And Ava’s coffee is like mud.

“Starbucks.”

“Then, yes.”

She sticks her tongue out at me, and I laugh.

“Can you grab me a sandwich as well?”

It’s way past lunchtime, and I haven’t eaten anything. I reach for my bag, but she waves me off.

“It’s on me. What do you want?”

“Anything with turkey in it and a caramel latte.”

“Turkey. Caramel. Got it. I’ll be ten.” She waves and disappears out the door.

My phone chimes, so I grab it out of my bag, expecting it to be Nick. We’ve been texting all morning about you-know-who.

When I check the screen, Vaughn’s name is lighting it up.

Butterflies swoop in my stomach, and I feel like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush.

I guess I am, except I’m no schoolgirl.

I swipe the screen, opening the message.

Vaughn: I was serious about tonight. I need to see you.

Need. And the butterflies go mental. Then, they drop at the remembrance that I can’t see him tonight.