After the meeting I hadn’t been back to the room a minute before there was a knock on our door. Sadie told them to come in, and Evelyn and Macie, our student rep on the Greek council, came in and sat down on Sadie’s bed, closing the door behind them.
Evelyn tossed her long, shiny black hair. “Can you believe it’s finally here? Senior year! And we’re going to rule the school!”
Sadie chuckled. “Very funny. You don’t actually have ‘Pink Ladies’ jackets for us to wear, do you?”
“I thought about it, but no.” Evelyn, who was actually pre-law, had an almost encyclopedic knowledge of all things Broadway or musical related. I’m not sure if she’d ever told her very conservative parents she was getting a minor in drama, her true love.
Macie just shook her head. She was a journalism major and had no desire to do anything else. “So, Sadie have you seen Noah yet?”
Sadie set down her brush, cheeks reddening. “No, but I know he’s here. He’ll be at the party Friday.”
Evelyn looked at me. “Are we ready for that, the party?”
“Are we ever?” I shook my head. “I’ve had the catering set up for a month, and the booze is ordered too. Should be fine.”
Macie closed her eyes. “God, I’m going to hook up at that party.”
“You hook up at every party.” Evelyn smirked at her best friend.
“What? I’m a grown woman. I have needs. Very normal, natural needs. And after this summer, I’ll literally screw anything with muscles and a dick.” Macie looked around at our incredulous expressions. Both Evelyn and Sadie were giggling.
Macie pointed at me. “We need to get this one a man for this year.”
Sadie’s face split into a grin. “Oh, I think she’s got that covered. She’s dating David Hasselhoff.”
My eyes went wide as saucers as both Macie and Evelyn’s snapped their heads towards me. I threw a pillow at Sadie. “I am not.”
“I’m sorry, are you or are you not dating a muscle-bound lifeguard, y’know, the kind that walks around on the beach in a red swimsuit saving lives?”
“Fine. I am dating a lifeguard, who, by the way, does not look ANYTHING like David Hasselhoff.”
“Does he at least drive a black Firebird?”
“No. An Indian motorcycle.”
If I’d wanted something to deflect attention away from my new flame, that wasn’t it. I had to answer questions about tattoos, height, girth, technique and a bunch of other things I really didn’t want to answer. Macie and Evelyn stayed in our room until after eleven, too late to call Taylor again. I did send her a text.
Me — I’m sorry it got late again. I find out my schedule tomorrow. I WILL call after you get off work. I promise. I miss you.