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“I don’t think it’s a two person job, and no one is sexting anyone! He said I was pretty—”
“Gorgeous. He used the word gorgeous, Skyler. Now reply. Tell him you want to sit on his hot face.”
“I am not saying that.”
“Fiiiiine, or thank you.” She shrugs. “Whatever.” My phone pings again.
Aidan: Too fast. Sorry. So, you’re really from Italy? Or you’re Italian?
Bella: No not fast! Thank you, and I’m Italian but I’m from Connecticut.
Aidan: What brings you to DC?
I start to type out school but then I remember I’m supposed to be twenty-two. “I always go with grad school,” Peyton interjects. “And I never say CGU.”
“Right.”
Bella: Just moved here for school.
Aidan: Nice! Where are you going?
I glance at Peyton and she rolls her eyes. “Just say Georgetown. Guys cream their panties over a smart girl.”
“I am a smart girl,” I retort.
“Oh, perfect!”
“We go to CGU, of course we’re smart.” CGU is like the less pretentious version of Georgetown. You need the grades or the legacy to get in here, and I have both.
“Eh, my parents donated like four libraries here. My GPA did not do anything for me, and I was stoned during my SATs. I think I guessed B for like every question.” She shrugs and I giggle. This girl is growing on me.
I didn’t like the idea of outright lying to him though.
Bella: I don’t have my real name on this app and you think I’m just going to hand up my school on a platter? What if you’re a serial killer?
Aidan: Fair. But I am not a serial killer.
Bella: Right like you’d tell me. *eye roll emoji*
Aidan: Ha. What’s your real name anyway? Or can I not know that either?
Bella: Maybe one day.
Aidan: Bella means beautiful in Italian, right? I would say that it’s fitting.
“Okay in like five minutes he’s called you gorgeous and beautiful. He totes wants in your panties.” Peyton claps her hands and squeals.
I want him in my panties too, God damn!
We approach the bar and the bouncer lets us in without so much as a glance at my ID. I wonder if I actually look twenty-one as he stamps my hand and ushers us inside. We’ve lost most of Peyton’s friends, having stopped to thoroughly stalk Aidan’s profile. I go to reply to his message when I see another one has come through.
Aidan: What are you doing tonight? Do you want to meet up?
My breath catches in my throat seeing his words on the screen. Am I ready for this? Casual sex? We certainly aren’t meeting up at midnight to just talk.
“What he say, what he say?” Peyton asks, and when I look up she’s holding a shot of some amber colored liquid to her lips and holding one out for me.
“What’s that?” I ask her as I hold it under my nose. I’m immediately flooded with a sense of nostalgia.
“Fireball, duh.”
“Right. Okay.” I take the shot, letting the cinnamon flavored whiskey slide down my throat tasting like bad decisions and regret. “He asked if I wanted to meet up.”
“Ummm duh. Ask where he is! Ask if he has friends with him. A good fuck always clears my head and God knows I am not ready for Physics 101 on Monday morning.”
I take a deep breath, letting the alcohol lower my inhibitions.
Why not?
Bella: I’m at Lush. Where are you?
