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Besides, it might help distract me from the Mikayla dilemma.
Shit, maybe there’ll be something in my textbook about how to control a misbehaving meat stick.
CHAPTER23
MIKAYLA
I slide my feet into the heels Teah is insisting I wear, then totter over to the full-length mirror in her bedroom. I feel like a newborn giraffe in these stupid things.
“I look ridiculous,” I grumble.
Teah stops applying her mascara to check me out, then starts to giggle. “You look freaking hot, girl.”
I frown at her, then turn to face the mirror again.
I barely recognize the person gaping back at me. No, wait, I do… it’s my little sister, Megan. Resting my hand on my throat, I stare at myself fitted out in this skintight green dress that looks like it’s had a glitter bomb explode inside the fabric.
Adjusting the dress at my hips, I pull it down a little, wishing it covered more of my ass. If I bend over, everyone will get a full display.
“Stop doing that.” Bella slaps my hands away and smooths her palms over my hips to straighten out the fabric. “Don’t you dare ruin my dress.” She gazes over my shoulder and is soon pouting into the mirror. “Dammit, why does it look better on you than on me?”
I huff out a soft laugh. “You look way hotter than I do.”
I run my eyes over her red-and-gold dress with the intricate pattern on the front. It’s a second skin that pushes her boobs up and makes her butt look round and squeezable.
“The guys are going to be drooling.” I wink at her.
She gives me a simpering smile, dipping her hip and running her hands down her sides while she admires herself in the mirror.
I run a hand through my curled hair and score myself a huff from Teah. “Stop doing that. You’ll lose all the body if you keep touching it.”
With an exasperated sigh, she gets up from her makeup station—yes, it’s like a freaking actress’s dressing room with lights around the mirror and everything—and approaches me with this bulldog expression.
“I didn’t spend all that time dolling you up only to have you ruin the look.” She fluffs the curls she created with this hot iron thingy and then adds a touch more gloss to my lips. “There. Now, try and not touch your face or hair, okay?”
I nod, nerves powering through me as I adjust to the fact that I’m going to have to go out in public looking this way.
And then it gets a million times worse when I step into the living area to wait for Ethan and find Aimee standing by the window. She turns and spots me, her eyebrows rising with surprise.
“Well, don’t you clean up nicely.”
“Um… thank you?” I wobble on my heels, and she tuts, rolling her eyes.
A few of the Sig Be sisters snicker behind their hands, and it’s enough to make me want to rip this dress off my body and shout, “I’m done.”
But then I remind myself why I’m suffering through all of this, clenching my jaw and ignoring them.
“So, we’ve all heard about the kiss.”
“The kiss?” I flush, thinking about how hot and heavy I got with Ethan the other night and wondering if any of the girls saw him sucking my nipples. My insides tingle as the memory flashes through me. It’s this weird mix of heady need and gut-plummeting embarrassment.
“Yes, the one he gave you in front of everyone at school the other day. Ethan basically claimed you after insisting he pick you up for the party, which means it’s time.”
“Time?” I swallow, dread pooling in my stomach.
“Yes. He obviously likes you enough to pick you up and make this seem like a date, which is rare for that manwhore, so tonight is the perfect opportunity to break his heart.”
Oh crap.
