“It is indeed,” I agreed.
“You ready?” Gray asked me as he bounced on his feet in anticipation.
A slow smile spread across my face. “When am I not ready, little brother?” I gave a low laugh as I left them. Tomorrow night, this campus will remember what it meant to have the Devils at this school.
It was time to cause Mayhem.
Chapter 18: Ava
“Ava!” My eyes flew open, and I sat up as Mia called again.
“What?” I mumbled, swinging my legs off the side of the bed and opening my bedroom door. “Did I sleep too long?”
Mia popped her head out of the bathroom, her hair curled and down, her eyes smoky, and her nude lipstick in her hand. “Yeah, you have twenty minutes.”
“Who you trying to impress?” I asked her as I took in her skinny, dark gray jeans and a blood red off-the-shoulder top.
“No one,” she scoffed as she went back into the bathroom.
“Lead singer of Atticus Dawn perchance?”
“Perchance?” Mia’s light laugh from the bathroom had me grinning. “No one says perchance.”
“Elizabeth Bennet does,” I corrected her as I went to the kitchen, opened the fridge door, and stared at the contents of the fridge. When Mia didn’t respond, I rolled my eyes. “Pride and Prejudice, Mia. Did we drink all the soda?”
“No, I made up mixers,” Mia told me as she came into the kitchen.
“You look good,” I complimented her as she took out a jug and poured us a healthy glass each. “How long have I got?”
“Fifteen?” She grinned at me as we clinked glasses. “You’ll only need ten.”
“So I get dressed quickly.” I took a hearty gulp. “Ooh yummy. I’ll be back in five.”
My clothes for tonight were already laid out, and I tossed my sleep shorts and tank off, pulling on the black mid-thigh flippy skirt and simple black box top with a small shoulder-capped sleeve. I slipped on my black and white Converse over my sneaker socks, and I went to the bathroom to brush my hair.
“Mia, come do a messy bun!” I called to her, and within minutes, she had my hair in two high ponytails before shewas pulling them through the hairbands and then looping them through each other. With a few bobby pins, she secured my messy bun, pulling a few strands of my blonde hair free to “soften” my face, as she called it.
“You need mascara and lippy,” Mia told me as she pulled my makeup bag from the cupboard under the sink. “Use the extra volume one I got you,” she said as she handed me the tube.
“You’re so bossy,” I muttered as I obligingly stroked the wand over my lashes.
“Red or rosy pink?” Mia held the lip gloss in her hands.
“Pink.” I decided. With a final look in the mirror, I was ready. “Did I make it?”
Mia rolled her eyes. “With time to spare. Let’s finish our drinks; I called a cab.”
“You did?” I asked her in surprise, and I picked up my flyers for tonight’s show.
“These pants are new, so I’m not sitting in Wade’s van on those seats where he puts his drive-thru food.”
I opened my mouth to ask how she knew what had been on the van’s seats, but one look from Mia made me simply drink from my glass instead. “This is all I’m having tonight, if we go to the party after the gig,” I told her as I pointed at the glass. “I’ve had enough party time already this semester.”
“I thought you would, that’s why I only made enough for two glasses and used extra soda.”
Briefly hugging her, I laughed when she squeezed me back. “This is why I love you.” I headed back to my room to grab my purse.
“Cab’s here!” Mia called as I entered the living room. “Got everything?”
