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Anyway, how are you? How are things going with Becky?
-Love Kitty
I hit send on the email and close my laptop with a hard snap, making me cringe. I’ve been pen pals with Blue since middle school. He’s probably the most constant thing in my life, and I don’t even know his real name. That's pretty sad, actually. One day, I’ll grow the ovaries and lady up to ask him…but for now? I just can’t. I need Blue. What if he’s someone I know? The faces of my six new roommates flash through my mind, and I cringe. No. Can’t be.
BlueWing96 and I met through school. But even after the school year ended, and our communications were no longer monitored, we still kept in touch.
It was a requirement for the homeschooled kids. Something about socializing. I don’t know. I was eleven. So naturally, KittyKat13 was the best I could come up with. I was obsessed with that movie13 Going on 30and cats. Don’t judge me.
I check the time, groaning, but determined nonetheless. It’s Friday night, so I know by this time tomorrow night this place will be crawling with writhing bodies. Tonight, the party is down the street, thankfully.
I check my reflection in the mirror and nod. My pink hair is my favorite feature at the moment. I look cute if I do say so myself. My hazel eyes stand out in this lighting, and I decide to be daring and change out my jeans for a black skirt and knee-high black boots.
The strapless white corset I’m wearing makes my boobs look fantastic, and the black leather mini skirt just makes me look more badass than I feel. My hair is curled, and my body is shaved. I’m ready.
I grab my black clutch and phone and head downstairs to the living room.
“How do I look?” I ask, doing a little spin when I step into the room. Nash left a few hours ago, but Ren and Holden are here, watching TV on the couch with Romeo, Griffin, and Fallon. I was informed earlier today that the party doesn't start until they arrive, and they’re always late.
“Hell, no,” Holden snaps, jumping to his feet and pointing to the stairs that lead up to my room. “You’re not wearing that.” He shakes his head, but I just laugh. He’s been like this since I turned sixteen.
Right away, he took on the role of protective big brother. A fact that still makes guilt and shame dance through my veins. “Ha ha. Very funny.” I roll my eyes, pretending he’s Nix. Not one of the hottest men I’ve ever known.
“Damn, Candycane. You look hot,” Lorenzo says, smirking at me with a glazed look in his brown eyes that makes Holden glare at him.
“Oh, you’re drunk!” I chuckle, walking further into the room and willing the blush heating my cheeks to disappear.
“Am not!” Ren argues, but I snort since his words slur.
“Ren, I’ve known you–” I squint, counting the years. “Damn, I have known you fourteen years. In those fourteen years, do you know how many times you’ve complimented me?” I ask, and the very tipsy man shrugs.
“Many times. Probably like fifty.” He nods his head with confidence, making me scoff.
“That was the first time unless you count the day we met, and you told me I wasn’t stinky for a girl.” I laugh, remembering an eight-year-old Ren smiling at me like that was the nicest thing he’d ever said to anyone. Might have been. Eight-year-old boys are dicks.
“There’s no way! What about your senior prom?!” Ren jumps up on his knees, facing me from his spot on the couch. “I know I told you that red dress looked fucking insane!”
My eyes go wide, and behind Ren, Holden lifts a brow as Rome and Griff chuckle.
“That so, Ren?” Holden asks his best friend, who pauses. Ren blinks, and it’s as if his buzz actively flees from his body as he realizes what's just transpired.
“Actually, that was probably someone else.” Ren waves off his words, flopping down on the couch.
“Point made then.” I shake my head, feeling slightly less confident but determined to power through tonight.
“You look gorgeous, Rose,” Rome says as he stands, walking over to me, taking my hand, and motioning for me to do a little spin. “You’ll have a boyfriend by the end of the night, or my name isn’t Romeo.”
His words make me smile, and I pat his shoulder. “Thanks, big guy.”
“Yeah, you look nice!” Griff adds, but as far as I know, he hasn’t pulled his eyes away from the screen of his phone. “The party is headed this way,” he adds with a chuckle, smirking at the screen still. “Better freshen up.” And just like that, Griff is off.
Fallon chuckles, “He’s finally met a woman who can’t stand him, and he’s obsessed. She’ll be here tonight with her friends.” The genuine smile tugging his lips up makes me wonder why he puts so much effort into being so scary…
“I hear Sadie will be here tonight,” Holden says, making Fallon stiffen. Okay, then. Sadie is his stepsister…maybe he hates her.
“I’m off to lose my virginity!” I announce, even though I’m mostly kidding. The dumbfounded look on Holden’s face gives me time to escape, and I take it, running for my life out the front door before he says some shit about me being irresponsible.
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