“Glutes?” Madeline murmurs.
I nod. “It’s how I grew my glutes in six weeks.”
Madeline nods. “I’ll take it.”
Rose says, “Me too.”“Marina?” I ask.
She’s glaring at me when she shrugs. “Sure.”
I nod. “Okay, I’ll send it over.” I open up my Notes app, make a note to send them the PDF, and I hand my phone over to them and say, “Give me your best email. I’ll send it over tonight.”
Marina grabs my phone and mutters, “You’re not going to the frat party tonight?”
“I’m going to a party, but I don’t think it’s a frat party. Are you girls going?”
Marina passes the phone to Madeline and says, “Yeah. We are.”
I smile, looking at Rose as she hands me back my phone. “Cool. It’ll take me a second to send it over. I need to find it first. I would love to see you girls in the gym.”
Madeline says, “I really wish you could train us, but I totally understand. If you change your mind, you have our emails.”
“Yes, of course. Thank you, girls.”
“See you tonight, maybe?” Marina says.
I nod. “Yeah, maybe.”
On my way home, Alix calls.
“Hey, Alix. I miss you,” I answer.
She sighs. “I miss you too. When are you going to come over? We could go skinny dipping in my pool.”
I laugh, remembering we did that over the summer.
“I’m pretty swamped with work and school right now. When midterms happen, forget about it. But guess what?”
“Oh!” she shouts. “That guy you tagged on your Stories. Who is he?”
“His name is Dylan. We’re just friends, but he invited me to a party tonight.”
She scoffs. “A college party? I’m so fucking jealous right now.”
“I promise you’re invited to the next one. Apparently, they have these parties every weekend.”
“You better invite me, bitch,” she laughs. “I hope you have all the fun in the world, but not too much fun. Did I tell you that Dane has been home a lot more lately?”
That makes me sit taller. “Why?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you could come cheer him up.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “As much as I would like to,” I joke, trailing off, but I’m not actually kidding. “Does he ever ask about me?”
It’s such a pathetic question because why would my best friend’s brother randomly ask about me?
“No,” she says. “But why would he when you’re accessible daily on Instagram?”
I roll my eyes. She has a point.
