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I can’t help but laugh. “If their party is anything like this place, I don’t think I want to be there.”
She rolls her eyes. “You know your sweet boyfriend will escape with you the moment he thinks you don’t want to be there.”
She is right. Camden has told me multiple times that we don’t have to stay around everyone for too long. He even said he would much rather snuggle in his bed and watch a movie with me than be around everyone. I know that is partially true but also can tell he likes the college party and drinking life. I told him to have fun with his friends while I’m at work and will tell him if it becomes too much for me at any point.
Emree and I head over to the bar where Garrett is making some change in the registers. “Howdy, boss-man. You done with us since our replacements are here?” Emree asks.
After counting some dollars, he closes the register. “You sure you ladies don’t want to stay and enjoy the life ofGirls Gone Wild?”
We both laugh. “I’ve seen that show and this is far from that. There are no girls flashing guys and you, sir, do not have T-shirts or hats to offer girls in exchange for seeing their tits.”
“Em, how on earth have you seen that show? You’re like twelve.”
“I find your comment about my age insulting and I have seen basically every reality show known to man. ExceptNaked and Afraidbecause seeing that much of someone’s butt in a one-hour show is too much.”
Garrett and I look at her, and she shrugs her shoulders. Sometimes it amazes me the things that go on inside her head. “Well, tits and ass talk aside, you both are good to go. We can handle it until closing.”
“Closing?” I ask. “Garrett, you got here when we did. You’re going to work all night?”
He raises his shoulders. “Gotta do what you gotta do. Can’t leave my employees to handle this mess.” He waves his hand through the bar.
We say goodbye and he goes back to taking drink orders from guests and waitstaff. He hasn’t stopped once tonight, and I wonder how he can do it. Garrett is here almost every day and since I have started, I haven’t seen him take a vacation or even a weekend off.
Emree and I grab our bags and I stop by the bathroom to clean off the cat makeup before we head to my car in the parking lot. Silas offers to walk with us, but we tell him we’re good since we are using the buddy system. When I look back, I see him watching us from the front of the building and smile. It’s nice working with people you can trust.
Our costumes are tucked away in the back seat of my Toyota. Seeing the bags, I get giddy with the anticipation of Camden seeing me in the costume. Emree decided we couldn’t go traditional with it since all the girls at the house will be a sexy version of something. Instead, she opted to make our costumes and boy did she deliver.
Grabbing my bag out of the back seat, I reach inside and pull out the articles of clothing. Inside is a pair of blue knee-high soccer socks, a black pair of Soffe shorts, a pair of Adidas indoor soccer shoes, and a blue and gold cropped top jersey matching the one Camden wears with his number twelve and last name on the back.
Emree crawls into the back seat and begins taking her clothes off. I keep a lookout to make sure no one is walking by as she changes out of her work clothes and into the homemade costume. Her jersey is representing Conrad’s number nineteen and last name, and she cut the neck of it low so that her boobs are on full display. She tried to do the same with me, stating I shouldn’t cover up my ‘perfect double Ds,’ but I vetoed it and settled for a somewhat sexy, but still modest V-neck.
My best friend comes out and fluffs her hair up. “How do I look?” She does a little twirl.
“Perfection, darling.”
“Good, now you get your pretty little ass in there and change so we can head on over.”
I do as she says, but not before checking the parking lot. It’s completely deserted, and I feel better about getting almost naked in the back seat of my car. Changing in the small area is harder than I thought, and I wonder how Em made it look so easy. I feel like our height difference would factor in. I struggle to get the tight top on and hit my head on the ceiling a couple times. After I tie both the laces to my shoes, I make sure that everything is in place and covering all the necessary parts before heading outside to join Emree.
“Girl, you are going to make that boy speechless,” she tells me. “Seriously, your boobs are sitting perfectly in that top. I must say, I did well with our costume choices.”
I can’t help but laugh and feel somewhat self-conscious about her comment on my chest. Looking down, I make sure that both the girls are tucked away enough. Compared to the groups of women coming into the bar tonight, I have to say my costume is more modest. I don’t usually show my stomach like this, but the Soffe shorts I have are high-waisted and Spandex, covering more than Emree is with her rolled up Soffe cotton shorts. I feel sexy and I know Camden is going to love the outfit, especially his name on my back.
Reaching back into the car, I stuff my work clothes into the bag my costume was in and hop into the driver’s seat. Emree climbs into the passenger’s side. She reaches for the USB cord and plugs her phone in, connecting to my Apple CarPlay and blasting some Taylor Swift. I send Camden a text that we’re on our way before pulling out of the parking spot.
At the top of our lungs, we sing about a love story, and I can’t help but smile thinking about the guy I’m in love with. How funny it is how I relate to this song now after this new experience in my life. Camden is the Romeo to my Piper. My own prince. My love story.
30
CAMDEN
The house is shaking with the beat of some techno song coming from the surround sound speakers. Sweaty bodies are covering the living room, grinding against each other. Maddox had the idea to make that room a dance area and had us push the furniture against the walls. People seem to like it because it’s the most packed room in the house.
Since one of the frat houses was shut down for hazing, there are more people here than we planned for and the house is littered all over with college kids. Luckily, Conrad always buys more alcohol than needed when we have parties so there is not any worry of running out. Downside is that this place is going to be trashed and filled with passed out drunk people in the morning.
As I try to squeeze through the crowd of people, someone snakes their arms around my waist, resting at my belt. Jumping away from the unwanted touch, I turn to see Chloe practically naked in only a purple seashell top and green miniskirt. She’s dyed her blond hair red or is wearing a damn good wig and is in platform green heels. Her full lips are coated in red gloss, and she lifts the corners of them as she saunters over to me.
“Dance with me, baby,” she purrs. Her hands make their way back onto me and I swat her away.
