Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
I look up at Brodie, a.k.a. the dude with the hot voice. His back is to me now, so I study his neck and thick black hair, two things I hadn’t noticed before ’cause there’s something about the span of a guy’s shoulders from behind that has me feeling some kind of way.
Me: Jill, I’m at the neighbor’s house. Did Bethany not tell you we actually DO have a squirrel in the house, specifically in MY room?
Jill: NO SHE DID NOT.
Bethany: Can we not change the subject? She was about to tell us all about how she didn’t get laid.
Me: LOL I was not.
Jill: THERE IS A SQUIRREL IN THE HOUSE??? WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME
Bethany: We’ve been busy, but more importantly, Lizzy is next door with the hockey players and staying with one of them so she doesn’t get ravaged by the wall rodents.
Jill: Once again—NO ONE thought to share this information?? I’m literally holed up with my parents. It’s boring as hell here, why didn’t anyone say anything?
Me: ‘Cause I was too busy packing up my shit and moving out ha ha
Bethany: For real now, tell us your news. We’ll behave.
Me: I have a date tomorrow.
Bethany: SHUT THE FRONT DOOR. Please tell me it’s the dude with the deep voice.
She is really caught up on that, isn’t she?
Jill: OMG. Please tell me it’s not Charlie. That guy is SUCH an idiot…and can we not forget how he was bad in bed?
Why would I go on a date with a dude she slept with?
Ew. No.
She knows me better than that.
Bethany: They’re all bad in bed. Don’t tell Jon I said that.
Jill: Maybe if he went down on you more, you’d forgive him LOL
Bethany: Maybe I won’t suck his dick unless he goes down on me—we’ll call it an even trade, HA!!!
Me: Um. Hello?
Bethany: Sorry. We can’t help ourselves. We have to constantly get off track. Who do you have a date with?!!
Me: Sully? I looked him up, and his actual name is Sullivan Brewer. He seems like kind of a blowhard, but I think a date with him will be fun.
Jill: Sully? I remember him. I think he’s a sophomore? Probably took one too many sticks to the head.
Me: JILL, lol what the hell
Jill: Listen. He’s pretty. That’s all I’m saying about that. And he’s good at hockey.
Good at hockey? According to my search, he’s better than GOOD at hockey. He’s one of the best. But what guy on our team isn’t? Some of them are headed to the pros.
Even Brodie.
I did a search for him too, and wouldn’t you know it, the guy is not only being courted by several major teams, but he’s also a senior. Planning on graduating before entering the draft, which I think is smart.
Real smart.
Bethany: You’ve been there all of one hour. How do you already have a date with someone, and why isn’t it with Brodie with the deep voice?
Me: You need to let that thing go already. The dude is not interested in dating me for several reasons. 1—it would be weird. 2—I’m his roommate now. 3—we’re neighbors
Bethany: Your logic makes NO sense because 1—you have a date with your neighbor. 2—you are NOT his roommate
Jill: Yeah, I’m thinking a good way to pass the time while you’re in his room would be to fuck him
Oh my god, these two!
I glance at Brodie, who happens to be glancing at me at the same time, except he looks away quickly when our eyes meet.
Me: You guys can NOT be seriously telling me to sleep with him. I just met him.
Bethany: So????? Sleeping with someone doesn’t mean you have to marry him. It just means you want an orgasm. Let him go down on you at least…
Dear lord.
They’re serious.
They actually think I should sleep with Brodie and go on a date with Sully? That’s way too much drama and juggling for me. I can’t handle one guy, let alone two, and keep it a secret so they’re not fighting.
Not that they’d fight over me—I’m just saying.
Not that Brodie has any interest in me! I’m not saying that, either.
You get my point.
Me: We can’t all be dating a Jon and getting sex whenever we want, Bethany. Stop rubbing it in.
Bethany: You could be dating someone too if you would stop staying home to read every weekend. At least download a dating app, for crying out loud.
Me: There is NO ONE on those apps. And I do NOT stay home reading every weekend.
Just most weekends.
Books are more interesting than guys and bars, but if I had a guy to go to the bar with—maybe I’d get out more? It’s no fun going out with Bethany and Jon. They’re soo touchy-feely and give way too much PDA to be good going-out friends. No one wants to be the third wheel, and our other friends are in sororities, so they’re off doing their own thing many nights.