She nods. “Okay.”
I smile, feeling like I’m on top of the world. “Okay.”
Chapter 24
Lucy
Maracomesoveratfive-thirty with eyeliner in one hand and a Wolves crewneck balled up in the other, and she announces, walking through my door, that I am going to look like a person who watches hockey tonight.
“Isn’t that going to be too much?”
“Lucy, Lucy,” she laughs. “Baby girl. Gianna’s not here. You only have me, and right now, I’m not going to pretend that you don’t have the captain of the hockey team chasing after you.”
“Chasing after me?”
“Girl,” she says like she can’t believe me right now. “I saw him run after you right after he threw down with Paxton for wanting to kiss you.”
I blush.
She laughs as she drops the crewneck on my bed and unscrews the eyeliner with her teeth. I’m already in jeans and a cream long-sleeve. I sit down at my desk. She turns my chair to face her. She tilts my chin up with one finger and goes to work.
“Don’t blink.”
“I won’t.”
“You blinked. Don’t blink.”
I smile. “Okay.”
“Don’t smile.”
I hold back my laugh. She’s in a feisty mood tonight. She does my eyeliner and rubs a smudge off the inside corner of my left eye with her thumb. She steps back to assess.
“Wolves crewneck on. Hair down. Mascara.”
I put on mascara. She pulls the crewneck over my head without asking. She spins my chair back toward the mirror. I look ready.
“Benson is going to eat you up tonight.”
“Mara,” I scoff, flushing.
She smiles. “Gianna’s not here. We can talk about it. I can tell he really likes you.”
I don’t have anything to say to that.
She adds, “Benson doesn’t chase.”
“He doesn’t?” I ask, terrified to say anything about him.
She shakes her head. “If you like him back, go for it.”
I don’t know how much I can trust her, but I say, “I think I really do like him, Mara. Is that bad?”
She shakes her head with a smirk. “Only to Gianna because she’s territorial.”
“Yeah.”
“She’s always been in competition with him, you know. It’s been her entire life, so I kind of get it.”
