“Atta girl.”
And I became distracted. It felt like old times, when Callie and I would spend hours getting ready and listening to shitty music in high school. We shared her bathroom mirror, curling our hair and applying makeup a little too heavily. We did shots of tequila, both of us gagging.
I helped do her hair into braids. She wanted me to pick out her outfit, which I did without hesitation. She had a killer body but chose to wear athletic gear every day. Good for her, but I forbade it tonight.
“Wear the black dress, Cal.” I giggled, the two shots already getting me warm.
“It’s short.” Her red cheeks gave her away. “Maybe it’ll be fun. Yeah. I’ll wear it.”
I left her closet to find my outfit, an ivory laced romper that brought out my weak summer tan. It was short enough to be risqué, but had a high neckline. It was the perfect flirtatious outfit. “Boom.”
“Looks good, G.” Callie joined me ready in her outfit. “Want to Uber there?”
“Yes, please.”
I picked up my phone to call for an Uber and saw I had multiple texts from Aaron. Multiple. I gasped, reading them.
Aaron: Greta? I owe you an apology. I’d like to see you tonight.
Aaron: I’m pissed you didn’t tell me about Tanner. He told me. I handled it poorly and I took out my frustration on you. I’m sorry.
Aaron: Can I make it up to you? I missed you more than I thought I would.
Aaron: Okay. I’m getting annoyed. You don’t play games. REPLY TO ME.
Greta: I was getting ready. Cal and I are going out tonight. Not my intention to ignore you.
Aaron: Does Zade know?
Greta: Why does that matter?I did wonder if Callie had told him. Not that that would change anything.
Aaron: Because he likes to know where she is. Where are you heading?
Greta: I’m not sure yet. We’re seeing where the night takes us. You know how it is.
Aaron: Be careful. Don’t do anything stupid.
Greta: Ronnie, I’m safe.
Aaron: Hello, remember Todd? I had to fucking get you before you got hurt.
Greta: We aren’t going anywhere off campus. I promise. Calm down, mom.
His name popped up, calling me. “Yes, dear?”
“Don’t forget you’re in a fake relationship, Greta. I’ve seen you dance. You’re wild,” he barked at me.Hello to you, too.
“I’m not going to whore it up, dick face.” My mood soured. “Have some trust.”
“Promise me.”
“Promise you what, exactly?” Anger laced my tone. We were off. I felt it, and he did, too. Our easy banter was gone.
“You don’t do anything fucking stupid. You’re known for it.” His words felt like a knife to my chest.Why is he so angry at me?
“Message received.”
“I’m just looking out for you,” he growled.
