“I’m not a gossip. Gossip would mean I’d tell someone what you’re about to tell me, and you know I won’t do that.” It was true. Sadie was the best friend and best roommate a girl could ever ask for.
“Fine,” I sighed with resignation. “Okay, but no judgment?” I asked, because how was I going to tell her a boy wanted me at a party or else… or else what? Would Jeremy really expose me like that?
“Pinky promise,” Sadie swore.
“I kinda have a little bit of a crush.” The words tumbled past my lips so fast, it took me a moment to process what I’d just confessed.Shit. Is that really it? Do I have a crush on a baseball player?
“You do?” The shock in her voice was crystal clear. “And he’s an Omega?” she clarified. I grunted with a non-comital sound because he was all those things and, well… I liked him. I actually liked Jeremy Fletcher!
“Teresa,” Sadie pushed, using my full name instead of her nickname so I would take her seriously.
“Fine, yes. Sorta. I think. Look, I’m not positive.” I tripped over my own words and then for some reason kept sharing. “He plays baseball,” I said as it was an explanation. She knew I didn’t like dating athletes.
“A baseball player, huh? Fine,” Sadie sighed, and I blinked.
“What?” I clipped. I had been positive she would turn me down, and then I’d use that as my excuse not to go to a party I kinda sorta wanted to go to!She actually said yes?
“I’ll go with you.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. I just probably won’t drink.” A drink would help get my jumbled emotion and heart in order.
“You mind if I do? I need a drink,” I mumbled under my breath on accident.
“You do? Why?” Again, Sadie knew me too well. Playing soccer, I hardly ever had a drink.
“Oh, umm, long week.”
“I understand that. Wanna go hiking tomorrow? Helps get a new perspective,” she offered.
“Hiking at four in the morning?”
“Five.” She laughed as I walked into her room and straight to her closet.
“Thanks, but no thanks. I think I’m going to drink tonight,” I said because a drink would help.
“Okay.”
“I’m going to need the liquid courage,” I said, almost to herself.
“To talk to him?” she asked, making me wince. I’d said that out loud! I made a non-committal grunt sound.
“What should I wear?” Sadie asked, and I relaxed a little.
“I got you,” I reassured her.
“Okay, then I’ll see you in a couple minutes. You want anything from the dining hall?” Sadie was too sweet for her own good.
“No, I’m good, but thanks.”
“You sure? If you’re going to drink, maybe you should eat a little something?” she suggested.
“You’re right. Maybe a bagel? I’ll send you money.”
“Don’t worry about it. You can do my hair, and we can call it even.”
“Sounds good.” I moved to the bathroom to plug in the curling iron and straightener.
