Hit the Wall (Blythe College)

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want to get laid. Okay?” she asked.
    “I hear ya, but I’ve gotta run. Got things to do and places to sniff. Talk to you later, sis,” I said before hanging up on her.
    I didn’t really have any idea what was going to happen at dinner tomorrow night with Kaylie, but I was interested in her in a way I hadn’t been with another girl before. I knew my sister didn’t keep track of my sex life, but it was pretty clear from our conversation that she didn’t know that I’d refrained from one-stands this year. At first it had been because I was focused on Lex being on campus, but once she and Drake had hooked up, I’d realized that it didn’t hold the same appeal it had before. Sure, the sex was great and I missed the release that I’d get. But I’d spent plenty of time fucking around, and I wasn’t sure that’s what I wanted to do anymore. But that sure as hell didn’t mean I’d turn down a night in Kaylie’s bed if she offered.

     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 5
    Kaylie
     
     
    I crept into our room as quietly as I possibly could, hopeful that Charlotte had fallen back asleep after she’d gotten my text letting her know I was okay and had just fallen asleep last night since I’d been so tired. I hated when she was pissed at me, and I totally got why she was angry right now. I sat down on the bed and pulled off my shoes. I could use a little more sleep myself since it was going to be another late night at the bar.
    “Don’t think for a second that I don’t hear you over there,” I heard Charlotte mumble from under her covers.
    “Sorry,” I whispered.
    She flung the blankets off her head. “You should be sorry! What the hell happened last night, Kaylie? You let me know you were taking Jackson to his parents’ house, that you got there safely, and then nothing else all night long. You’re damn lucky I didn’t call the cops out on your ass.”
    “I am so sorry, Char. I don’t know what had happened. I think all the craziness from school, the show, and work just caught up with me. I was waiting for his dad to come back and fell sound asleep on the couch. I don’t even really remember going upstairs to crash in Aubrey’s room. If I had been more than half awake, you totally know that I would have let you know that I was just going to stay,” I apologized.
    “You’re lucky I had Aubrey’s phone number handy. I sent her a text asking if she’d heard from you, so she checked with her mom for me,” she told me. “If not, I seriously would be pissed at you this morning. As it is, I barely got any sleep last night.”
    I tossed a pillow at her. “So you knew all along where I was last night? What was up with the text messages then?”
    “Oh, I sent those before I thought to check in with Aubrey. I wasn’t even sure I had her phone number, but you did a group text when we all went to that dance thing. Now shush. I want to try to catch a few more z’s before I have to be up. You know I need my beauty sleep.”
    “Well I was trying to be quiet before you lit into me,” I reminded her.
    “Whatever,” she muttered back at me, rolling away.
    I pulled off my jeans and climbed under the sheets. It was a good thing Char was so tired and didn’t think to ask me more questions. I was pretty sure she’d have plenty of them for me when I told her that I was going to dinner with Jackson tomorrow night. I just didn’t know what my answers would be.
     
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    The rest of the day flew by, so I didn’t really have the chance to talk to Char about it. Or maybe I was just better able to avoid bringing it up to her. After my nap, I had finished up a term paper due Monday and then headed to the dance studio to get some extra practice time in. We had our senior showcase coming up pretty soon, and if I wanted any chance of getting work, then I needed to nail my performance. My aunt had disagreed with my decision to follow in my parents’ footsteps by coming to Blythe. She’d warned me that I was ruining my chances

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