my makeup free face. “I have a sex god to proposition.”
“That’s our girl!”
Chapter 7
‡
A huge open tent for the BBQ is stationed on the main quad just before the class buildings, and the delicious smell of food wafts toward us in the parking lot. Even though we arrived on time, it seems like everyone is already here. We luckily found a spot, although it is farther away than we all would have liked to walk in our shoes.
We aren’t the kind of girls who wear flats.
My bright blue espadrilles, unlike last night’s, are actually comfortable. I adjust the thin straps of my light, cotton yellow tank top and make sure my itty-bitty jean shorts look good, and then run my fingers through my loose hair, so that some of the curls fall over one shoulder. Chloe and Taylor look equally amazing—both are wearing tanks and shorts, too. Chloe in hot pink and white and Taylor in coral and navy. Both of them tower over me, even though my wedges are four and a half inches tall. Right after this, we’ll return to our place and change into something different for the bars and dance clubs.
We reach the tent, and sure enough, it’s crowded. Just outside on a makeshift stage, an indie band made up of all college senior guys is playing. A lot of people are already dancing while others are in line for food. I lift my sunglasses up and don’t look around for Griff—I’m trying to be cool, not totally obvious. But it’s hard to not glance around, to wonder if he’s even here.
“Let’s grab food, then find a table,” Chloe says.
This seems like the wisest decision, and we stand in line. Thankfully, the college people running this particular event keep the food line going. Soon enough, I grab a paper plate and utensils wrapped in a napkin.
There is so much to choose from, and I can eat a lot. All of us can. We may be thin, but we have fierce appetites. I fill my plate up with a hamburger, corn on the cob, and potato salad. The drinks are on the other side of the desserts, and we all opt for the iced tea. We’ll be drinking plenty of alcohol later on, and I don’t want to get too drunk anyway. We turn and face the sea of tables.
“Do you see anything?” Taylor asks.
I shake my head no. “We’ll find something.”
I lead the way with Chloe and Taylor close behind. It really is crowded; I’m not sure if we will find any open spots. I glance toward my left where the band is playing, thinking that there will be something available since so many are dancing.
I hear Taylor and Chloe cough behind me at the same time I feel someone step in front of me. This time I don’t jump in surprise, because I instantly know who it is.
“Griff.”
He looks hot in a black tee and shorts. Those muscles go on for days, and he smells even better, something fresh and clean and natural. Soap, I think. It’s not cologne. Just soap and water and him . It makes me want to burrow into him and lick him all over.
I smile at him. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this. You stepping out of nowhere like a superhero.”
His lips twitch, and then he notices me adjusting my hold on my plate and drink. “Here, let me take that.”
“Thanks,” I say, as he takes my stuff with ease. “We were actually looking for a place to sit. Oh, I don’t think you know my best friends, Chloe and Taylor.”
Griff nods at them and gestures to a table in the distance toward the right. “We’ve got a spot. Join us.”
“That sounds great,” I say and ignore Chloe’s pointed jab in my back.
The table is not in full view of everyone, which explains why we missed it. And I can see why Griff and his friends decided to sit there, away from prying eyes. Hailey Bloom is sitting next to Caleb Fox. I remember when they started dating—it was all we could talk about. I know of Griff’s other friends, of course. Nick Brady and I had a math class our freshman year, and Jamie McAlister was in my philosophy class when we were sophomores. And we’ve all seen
“That’s our girl!”
Chapter 7
‡
A huge open tent for the BBQ is stationed on the main quad just before the class buildings, and the delicious smell of food wafts toward us in the parking lot. Even though we arrived on time, it seems like everyone is already here. We luckily found a spot, although it is farther away than we all would have liked to walk in our shoes.
We aren’t the kind of girls who wear flats.
My bright blue espadrilles, unlike last night’s, are actually comfortable. I adjust the thin straps of my light, cotton yellow tank top and make sure my itty-bitty jean shorts look good, and then run my fingers through my loose hair, so that some of the curls fall over one shoulder. Chloe and Taylor look equally amazing—both are wearing tanks and shorts, too. Chloe in hot pink and white and Taylor in coral and navy. Both of them tower over me, even though my wedges are four and a half inches tall. Right after this, we’ll return to our place and change into something different for the bars and dance clubs.
We reach the tent, and sure enough, it’s crowded. Just outside on a makeshift stage, an indie band made up of all college senior guys is playing. A lot of people are already dancing while others are in line for food. I lift my sunglasses up and don’t look around for Griff—I’m trying to be cool, not totally obvious. But it’s hard to not glance around, to wonder if he’s even here.
“Let’s grab food, then find a table,” Chloe says.
This seems like the wisest decision, and we stand in line. Thankfully, the college people running this particular event keep the food line going. Soon enough, I grab a paper plate and utensils wrapped in a napkin.
There is so much to choose from, and I can eat a lot. All of us can. We may be thin, but we have fierce appetites. I fill my plate up with a hamburger, corn on the cob, and potato salad. The drinks are on the other side of the desserts, and we all opt for the iced tea. We’ll be drinking plenty of alcohol later on, and I don’t want to get too drunk anyway. We turn and face the sea of tables.
“Do you see anything?” Taylor asks.
I shake my head no. “We’ll find something.”
I lead the way with Chloe and Taylor close behind. It really is crowded; I’m not sure if we will find any open spots. I glance toward my left where the band is playing, thinking that there will be something available since so many are dancing.
I hear Taylor and Chloe cough behind me at the same time I feel someone step in front of me. This time I don’t jump in surprise, because I instantly know who it is.
“Griff.”
He looks hot in a black tee and shorts. Those muscles go on for days, and he smells even better, something fresh and clean and natural. Soap, I think. It’s not cologne. Just soap and water and him . It makes me want to burrow into him and lick him all over.
I smile at him. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this. You stepping out of nowhere like a superhero.”
His lips twitch, and then he notices me adjusting my hold on my plate and drink. “Here, let me take that.”
“Thanks,” I say, as he takes my stuff with ease. “We were actually looking for a place to sit. Oh, I don’t think you know my best friends, Chloe and Taylor.”
Griff nods at them and gestures to a table in the distance toward the right. “We’ve got a spot. Join us.”
“That sounds great,” I say and ignore Chloe’s pointed jab in my back.
The table is not in full view of everyone, which explains why we missed it. And I can see why Griff and his friends decided to sit there, away from prying eyes. Hailey Bloom is sitting next to Caleb Fox. I remember when they started dating—it was all we could talk about. I know of Griff’s other friends, of course. Nick Brady and I had a math class our freshman year, and Jamie McAlister was in my philosophy class when we were sophomores. And we’ve all seen
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