“Just because our dad’s a pastor doesn’t mean you have to join a convent.”
“Religion has nothing to do with this.” Sex wasn’t off the table. I’d touched myself and knew how pleasurable things could be. Had I found guys attractive? Sure. There were even a couple of girls that I wouldn’t mind kissing. It was just…
“I’m not going to give myself to someone who isn’t worthy.”
“Oh, my god.” Trina snorted. “Tell me you’re a virgin without telling me you’re a virgin.”
My face dropped. “Was there a reason for your call, or did you just want to lecture me about my dating life?”
We could’ve had this conversation back home. Trina loved bringing up my single status.
“I just wanted to remind you that we have the dress fitting for Rye’s wedding in six weeks.”
“How could I forget.” She reminded me every other day.
“I know how you are.” I could feel Trina’s aqua eyes narrowing. “There’s no getting out of this one, my sweet baby sister.”
“First off, you’re only fifteen minutes older than me,” I pointed out. “And secondly, I’d never miss Riley’s wedding.”
I might have disagreed with whom she was marrying, but she was my friend, and I loved her. Riley’s happiness was all I cared about in this scenario. That was precisely why I intended to have a word with Micha before the ceremony.
There were a few little tidbits of information I’d found. Should my friend ever stop smiling, I’d happily use said information to wipe the smile off his face as well.
“Are you gonna bring a date?”
Oh, for the love of….
“No, and I have to go.” I sighed.
“I’m sure the local meeting of Women United can wait.”
What?“That’s not a real group.”
“It could be,” Trina sang back.
“But it’s not.”
“But it could be. Maybe I’ll start one here just to prove you wrong.”
“You do that.” I shook my head and scooped my purse off my desk.
God help the women that joined my sister’s group. She’d probably have pink cupcakes, rainbows, and shirtless men at every meeting. It would be the place where feminism went to die.
“I have to go. Brian’s waiting.”
That was when I froze.
“Brian?”
Damnit. Me and my big mouth.
Instead of responding, I stood there praying my sister would think Brian was a lab partner. Lying to Trina never worked. She seemed to know when I was hiding something. It didn’t exactly make the past two years easy. Thankfully I could pass off most of her questions with a simple, ‘it feels like I’m being watched,’ which I was. But Trina just took that as me being paranoid at a new school.
I wasn’t that lucky this time.
“You have a date!” She squealed so loudly that I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “Okay, okay, don’t freak out.”
Why was she telling me not to freak out? I wasn’t the one losing my mind.
