“What the heck happened between you and Wynter this time?” Remi wondered,
“It was so bad!” I huffed,
“It couldn’t have been that bad come on now—”
“He tried to— I thought he— was going to kiss me. Forrealthis time.” I foretold,
“Yesoh and we're certain this isn’t another figment of your imagination?” Sydney glanced around the room,
“What?” I gasped, “Now why on earth would I make something like that up?”
“Well, youareknown to get a bit creative when it comes to scenarios between you and Wyn.” Sydney reminded me.
“I know what I experienced and I know what I saw in his eyes, he wanted it, forrealthis time. And I chickened out and stopped him.” I assured them,
“And why is that? You’ve been plotting on that dick since you were old enough to fathom attraction.” Remi reminded me and Sydney laughed. “Personally? I would’ve just hopped on it and worried about the consequences later.”
“No guys, I’m not going to allowanyadvances from him until I know that he likes me for certain. And that this isn’t just some phase that exists in passing.” I explicated.
“And this morality dilemma is what has you sulking up and down the dorm?” Sydney questioned.
“I already told you I’m not sulking!”
“You are,” Sydney chimed in, her voice teasing as she leaned against the desk. “And we’re not letting you mope tonight.”
I turned my head, frowning. “What do you mean?”
“Cahya and Jax are going to the club,” Remi said, grinning. “We’re tagging along.”
“The club? Seriously?” I groaned, already picturing sweaty bodies and bad music. “I do ballet and play the sims for fun what the hell do you think I know about the club?”
“Absolutely nothing which is why we’re being so insistent on it!” Remi seconded.
“You cannot be serious right now.” I anticipated.
“Yes, seriously,” Sydney said, crossing her arms. “Auditions are over, and you need to let loose. Besides, we can’t have you sitting here wallowing in existential dread all night over a dude whose middle name is Andy.”
“Uncalled for, absolutely.” I giggled.
Remi clapped her hands, looking entirely too excited. “We’re going to dress up, look hot, and remind the world who we were before we decided to get an education that took over lives.”
“And the who we are in question is swimming in student loans but I digress—” I sighed.
“Not me though y'all can go ahead and stay safe out there.” Sydney cleared her trust fund baby throat.
I sighed, sitting up. “Fine. But if this night sucks, I’m blaming both of you.”
Within an hour, we were out the door. I’d let Remi raid my closet, and she’d pulled out a sleek black dress I’d barely worn, claiming it was perfect. Tight in all the right places with a low back and a slit up the side, it wasn’t my usual choice, but tonight wasn’t about usual.
I wasn’t a drinker at all but I needed a drink that day for the sheer sake of my sanity.
By the time we got to the club called Fever, the music was already pounding, a relentless beat that seemed to vibrate in my chest. Cahya and Jax were waiting inside, and as soon as theyspotted us, Jax looped an arm around Sydney’s waist, pulling her into an easy kiss.
“Look at you!” Cahya said, clearly tipsy his eyes sweeping over my outfit in surprise that I was even there. “My baby sister at a function that isn’t mandatory? Somebody came to slay tonight.”
“Firstly, I was led to believe that this functionwasmandatory. Secondly, Either you’ve had one too many already or you’re hanging around Jax too much and he’s been teaching you Sydney’s lingo.” I chuckled.
I couldn’t help but laugh truly, brushing it off as we made our way to the bar. Sydney and Jax disappeared onto the dance floor almost immediately, leaving Cahya, Remi, and me to sip drinks and people-watch.
