“I can’t believe you talked me into going out tonight.”
Sitting up, I fight with my favorite knee-high boots to get them on. The battle ends with me out of breath, but successfully ready.
She checks her flawless makeup in my mirror, carefully putting on the final touches by applying deep red lipstick to her plump lips. She has a round face with high cheekbones, and when she smiles at her reflection, it lights up her beautiful green eyes. The ripped black jeans hug her thighs and the wide v-neck sweater falls off her shoulders, accentuating all her generous curves to complement her pear shape. Her gaze flicks to me.
“Girl. Don’t you dare back out on me. I rarely get Saturday night off.” She offers her lipstick. “Want some?”
“I’m good. You look hot.”
She winks and fluffs her strawberry blonde curls. “You know it, bestie. And so do you. What do I always say?”
I love her confidence. She never lets anything stop her from living life and never fails to pull me out of a bad mood. No one is allowed to rain on her parade.
When we became roommates freshman year, she was a vital support system to help me work through Johnny’s betrayal. If I didn’t have a friend like her to talk to, I might never have put myself back out there.
“We live life with good laughs, good books, and good shoes sharp enough to stomp anyone who tries to diminish our light.” I recite the mantra she’s been boosting both of us up with since we met.
“That’s my girl. Let’s go have fun. We deserve it.Youdeserve it after working your ass off to get to this point.”
She’s right. I front loaded so many of my credit hours so I could have a lighter schedule this year. I don’t have to bail out on her to study. It feels like I can actually breathe and let my hair down.
Reagan holds out an arm and I hook mine around it with a smile. “Let’s.”
A blast of nippy November air hits us as we leave the building. She shudders, but I’m fine. The cold feels refreshing.
“Ugh. Thankfully it’s not a long walk,” she says.
“Where’s the party? You didn’t tell me.”
I pull her to a stop, really hoping we’re not going off campus.
“Pi Kappa Alpha.”
I relax. Frat and sorority parties aren’t my favorite, but as long as it’s not the hockey team’s party, I’m fine.
“Really?”
She smirks. “Well, some of my friends from class are going and promised I’d see them there.”
“Cool.”
“But,” she drawls. “There’s also this Pike with serious himbo energy that’s been coming by the bar whenever I have a set tomake moon eyes at me while I sing. There’s not much going on behind those pretty brown eyes, but he’s fun to flirt with and his dick is huge, look.”
“Don’t you dare. Reagan!”
I struggle with her as she tries to show me her phone, both of us laughing. She wins, waving a photo in front of my face that has decent lighting as far as dick pics go, but the perspective is questionable.
“Are you sure that’s not a trick of the camera angle?”
“Oh, I’m sure. I thought the same thing, so I demanded better proof. Got a nice video.”
I huff in amusement. “So we’re going to this party and you’re going to leave me?”
She gasps, laying a hand across her cleavage. “I’m offended. When have I ever done that?”
“Okay, never. If you want to, though, go for it. I’m not standing in the way of your hookup.”
“Thanks. We’ll see how the night goes, but we’re arriving together and I plan on leaving with my hot best friend.”
