I took a sip of my drink and continued to relish the memory.
“So,” Olivia said, pushing her wavy dark hair behind her shoulders. “We were talking about the big Sigma Chi Halloween party coming up. Do you already have your costume, or are you two thinking about doing costumes together?”
I had kind of spaced Halloween this year—since pretending to date the hot, popular linebacker jock was filling up all the available space in my brain.
“Um, I haven’t really thought about it,” I answered.
She glanced at Wilder, giving him a flirty look. “Wilder and I are going as a Greek god and goddess.”
Looking at the two of them and how perfectly beautiful they were, I was sure those costumes would look amazing on them.
Scarlet grabbed her drink. “Rush wants to go as a fireman and a sexy dalmatian since he still has the fireman costume from last year, but I vetoed that because no matter how sexy the costume, I would still be a dog.” Her look of disgust made me laugh.
Rush wrapped his arms around her. “But no matter what you wear, you always look sexy.”
Scarlet pursed her lips. “I appreciate the compliment, but it’s still a no.” She finally took a sip of her drink but almost choked, gasping before she pointed at Slate and me. “I know what you two should dress up as!” Her loud voice carried through the large room despite the music overflowing from the dance floor. “Danny and Sandy fromGrease!”
“That’s a great idea,” Olivia chimed in, almost as excited as Scarlet.
“I know, right?” Scarlet said to Olivia. “Like, Slate has the dark hair and sexy bad-boy vibe, and Isla is blonde and so sweet but sometimes can have a touch of sass.”
I chuckled, enjoying how Scarlet got so excited about things.
Slate nodded. “That’s not a bad idea. I can get on board with only having to wear black pants and a black leather jacket.”
Scarlet gave him a skeptical look. “Are you sure you’ll be okay wearing that much clothing? Last year all you wore was a pair of swim trunks.”
I eyed Slate, wondering if this was true.
“I was a lifeguard,” he explained to me.
I shook my head at him, not too surprised at his costume choice. “Let me guess, there were lots of women at the party who needed mouth to mouth.”
He shrugged with a cheeky grin on his face. “I may have saved a few lives that night.”
I placed a hand on my chest, exaggeratedly impressed. “How chivalrous of you.”
“Thatisone of the words people use to describe me,” he said, purposefully ignoring my sarcasm.
I rolled my eyes. “People use a lot of words to describe you, but I don’t think chivalrous is one of them.”
He turned in his seat so he was facing me. “Oh, really? What word would you use to describe me?” The way his lips were slightly tipped up at the corners showed me he was enjoying this conversation of ours.
I hoped to bring him down to earth—like a good friend would.
I turned in my seat as well so we would be face to face. “Conceited.”
A side smile appeared. “You say conceited, I say confident.”
“One-track-minded,” I continued.
“Focused,” he countered.
“Womanizer.”
“Someone who appreciates all a woman has to offer.” His smile grew bigger. “I can do this all night. Or—”
“Or,” Scarlet cut in. “Isla can come dance with Olivia and me.”
