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One of thethings Davi always used to say to me was, "If it's worth going to, it's worth looking your best." She was a firm believer in never going out in something you wouldn't want to be photographed in. It might have been something instilled in her from a young age by her mom, but it was something she never deviated from.
And that's probably why I'm sitting in front of the mirror, making sure my makeup looks perfect. It's not like there's anyone here I want to impress, but it's a habit at this point. Something I keep doing just to keep that part of Davianna with me.
A pair of distressed jeans sit low on my hips, and the white crop-top I have on just barely shows my black bra beneath it. My faded pink hair isn't styled by any means, since I decided to leave it straight and run my fingers through it. The messy kind of look has always seemed to work for me.
"Where are you going?" Beverly asks, the judgment on her face obvious.
After the attitude she had when she saw the flyer before, I'm not about to tell her my actual plans for the night. For all I know, she'll throw all my shit out the window while I'm gone. No. I can't have that. So, instead, I say the first thing that comes to mind.
"Bible study." Wow, okay. Even I didn't expect that.
Her brows furrow as she looks over my outfit once more. "Like that?"
"Yep," I barely choke out.
She doesn't say anything else as I finish applying my mascara and deem myself worthy. It isn't until I'm slipping on my favorite pair of black stilettos, however, that I realize I have no idea where I'm going or how far it is from my dorm.
I pull out my phone and type the address from the flyer into it. The second it loads, I almost give away my good girl act by groaning some obscenities that would have Beverly covering her ears. Of fucking course it's all the way across campus. There's no way I'm walking there in three-inch heels.
Holding in my frustration, I glance around the room and my eyes land on a set of keys sitting on Beverly's nightstand. The car key looks prehistoric, which means the car itself is probably a fucking dinosaur, but if it gets me from here to that party, it'll do.
I plaster on my best smile and turn to face my roommate.
"Hey, Bev?" I say, and she looks up hesitantly. "You don't happen to have a car by any chance, do you?"
"Uh, I do." She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Why?"
"You see, I'm in a bit of a bind, and my Bible study is across campus. And you don't seem to be going anywhere tonight, right? So, how would you feel about being the world's greatest roommate and letting me borrow it for a few hours?"
She wraps her arms around herself and shakes her head. "Oh, I'm sorry. I can't do that."
Fuck. "Sure you can. It wouldn't be for long."
"No," she murmurs. "My parents said I can't let anyone else drive my car. And besides, Betty doesn't handle well for other people."
"And Betty is..."
"My car." A proud smile stretches across her face. "Betty Babbington the Buick."
Okay, so Bible study may not be my actual destination tonight, but I should probably make my way to a church sometime soon. Maybe then God will grant me a new roommate. I mean, really. From Davianna Sorrentino to Beverly Babbington with her Buick named Betty? I fucking can't.
"Aw, come on," I press. "It's for Jesus."
She sighs. "Why don't you just hang out here with me tonight, and I'll bring you to my Bible study tomorrow morning? It's a great group."
"I'm sure it is."
My tone is less than enthusiastic, and Beverly frowns until I fake a grin. Then, it's like it never happened. Still, it doesn't look like she'll be giving up her car, so unless I can think of another way to get there, I'm fucked.
I'm about to open up my Uber app when an idea comes to mind, but it means swallowing my pride.
Well, shit.
NOAH PULLS UP INfront of my building and brings the SUV to a stop. The smirk on his face is enough to make me regret texting him, but it's too late now. I may as well deal with it so I can get to this party.
I open the door and climb in, but don't make eye contact with him. However, he's barely even pulled away from the curb before he opens his mouth.
"So much for not being the type to need anything," he teases.
