“Ew, don’t lay on her side.”
Addie waggles her brows. “Why? Think your brother snuck in here for a little late-night fun?”
I throw my hands over my ears in disgust. “Shut up. What’s wrong with you?”
She cackles, completely unbothered. “Relax, your brother isn’t hitting that anymore.”
“I know. I saw her running after him yesterday like a lovesick puppy. It was pathetic.” I smirk. “Mason would never talk to someone who’s been mean to me.”
Addie hums as she takes another sip. “Too bad I’m not into muscle-head jocks. Your brother’s good peeps.”
I gasp, whirling around. “Ads! We could be sisters!”
She snorts, “Nah. Your brother couldn’t handle me. He might be a ho, but deep down? He’s a good boy.”
I point at her. “Truth. What about Leo?” I waggle my brows. “And don’t you dare lie and say he’s ugly.”
It’s hard to tell from across the room, but I’m positive there is a slight blush on her cheeks. “He’s all right.”
“All right?” Is she kidding me? I watch her take another sip of my drink. “And why are you drinking my Diet Coke?”
She looks down at the can as if it just appeared in her hand. “Yeah, why am I drinking this? It’s warm as shit.” She puts it down and opens my fridge for a new one.
I can’t hold in my laughter. “You’re one of a kind, Adelaide.”
She grins, eyeing me up and down. “What are you wearing? It looks like my grandmother’s tablecloth.”
Great.“It’s not that bad, is it?” I look in the mirror, smoothing down my dress.
It’s the only nice dress I have besides theLittle House on the Prairienumber I wore on day one.
I wasn’t expecting to be going to a fancy lunch at a country club with my boyfriend’s wealthy parents.
“It is, but this isn’t.” She hands me a colorful slip dress straight out of a fashion magazine.
I hold it up, frowning when I see how low-cut it is. “I don’t think this is appropriate.”
She hands me a cardigan. “You can wear this over it to dress it down, Miss Modest. It’s fine, I promise.”
I hesitate.
She sighs. “Maddie Grace, you think this is inappropriate because of how you grew up. Trust me, this dress is completely normal. Wear it. And look, there’s some blurple in it.”
I roll my eyes when she laughs at how funny sheisn’t.
When I stand unmoving, still staring at the dress, Addie, being Addie, takes charge and begins undressing me, which snaps me out of it.
“Okay, okay!” I say, batting her hands away. “I’ll try it on.”
She flops back down on the bed. “So I was thinking?—”
“Did it hurt?” I smirk over my shoulder.
“You’re hilarious,” she deadpans. “Anyway, I was thinking…I should go to USC, too.”
I whip around, half-dressed, not caring that my boobs are practically hanging out of the dress. “What did you just say?”
She shrugs, and I don’t give her a minute to answer. I run over to Ashley’s bed and jump on top of her.
