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~ Bridget ~
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“Please, please, please, please,” begs Amy Liu, my junior-year roommate at Cal. We share a two-bedroom apartment just off campus with our friend Simone and a transfer student named Kat.
“What about Simone? She’d go with you in a heartbeat,” I reply. I’ve made myself comfortable on my bed with my statistics textbook and don’t feel like budging, especially to go all the way into the city.
“She’s at a poetry reading.”
“What about Kat?”
“She’s rushing Delta Delta Gamma. Tonight’s the weigh-in.”
I roll my eyes. Rumor has it that Delta Delta Gamma has all the prospectives stand on a scale to be weighed. After that, they get a number written on their foreheads for the number of pounds they have to lose before they can be accepted.
“Please. You have no idea how hot this guy is,” Amy continues about the guy she served at the fancy restaurant where she works. “He didn’t leave his number, so showing up at this club is the only way I’ll get to see him again.”
I purse my lips. It’s late. I need to finish a problem set for statistics. But I can’t let Amy go stag at some club in the city.
I make one final attempt to stay. “But this guy knows you work at the Golden Garden.”
“I told him I’d show up, and if I don’t, he might think I’m not interested.”
“You think he’d give up that easily?” I ask. It’s hard for me to imagine because Amy is gorgeous. Like, movie-star-glamour beautiful. Her brows, always professionally done, have the perfect arch. She doesn’t need to wear fake lashes to enhance her looks, but she does anyway. Her brand-name clothes show off her slender figure, and she has thick hair lightened with blond highlights.
“I’m sure he doesn’t have a shortage of women after him. Please, Bridget. I’ll help you with all your stats assignments.”
I close my textbook. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll go with you.”
With a squeal, Amy hugs me. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I just need fifteen or twenty minutes to change.”
“Change? You can’t go as is?”
“This club could be swank. I don’t want to be underdressed.”
I look down at my baggy sweats. “Do I have to change?”
Her eyes widened. “Yes, please.”
I don’t exactly have clubbing clothes, but I find a pair of black jeans and a cold-shoulder blouse. However, they don’t meet Amy’s approval.
“I wish you could fit into one of my skirts,” she says as she zips into skin-tight leather pants.
I’d have to be half my size to do that.
“But maybe you could wear my wraparound halter.”
Her top is a little tight and short on me, exposing my midriff.
“Sexy,” she pronounces. “Now what are you going to do for shoes?”
“My fake Uggs?”
She frowns. “You can’t wear shoes like that to a club!”
“It’s going to be freezing in the city at this time of night. And there’s no way I can fit into any of your tiny shoes.”
Amy sighs.
