wouldn’t hurt her as long as I kept up with school.
“Well, that sounds great, Della. Very mature of you, I’ll make sure to let your Grandpa know how responsible you’re being. Are you still planning on coming over for dinner later this week?”
“Of course, Grams.” I turned to my doorway to find Callie standing there with an armful of pink, and I held a finger up to her. “Listen, I have to get started on all of my studying. I’ll talk to you later on, love you.”
“Love you too, Della.”
I tossed my phone on the bed and eyed Callie as she unloaded her pile onto the lounge chair I had tucked in the corner. “I feel a little guilty lying to Grams even if I’m old enough to be doing whatever I want.”
“Oh, please, Della. You really didn’t lie perse. We’re going to be studying tonight, your Grams just doesn’t need to know that it will be the male species that we’re studying.”
“Very true,” I replied with a laugh as I threw my dress on the bed.
“What’s the deal with that anyway? Did you really do something so horrible that now your every move needs to be monitored? I mean, not to sound harsh, but you could always just cut off all contact with your family and do your own thing.”
I let out a loud sigh and glanced at Callie, who was looking at me expectantly. Callie and Zoey seemed to be the type of girls who would be there for me no matter what I had done in my past, but I wasn’t quite ready to spill all of that just yet. “Let’s not get into that tonight. Tonight we’re going out to have a kick ass time and you don’t need to hear my sob story.” Changing the subject, I pointed to the pink mess on my chair. “What exactly is all of that for?”
“Oh,” she clapped her hands and began rifling through the pile, “just a few of my choices for the night. I was hoping you could help me decide.” She held up two different dresses in front of her, and I pointed to the one on the right as she moved onto the next two. “You can borrow something if you want.”
“No, that’s all right. I’m good.” I didn’t mind pink but not that much pink. We spent the next hour getting dressed and helping each other fix our hair. Zoey came in just as we were finishing up in a pair of skinny jeans and an emerald top that was backless. It went perfectly with her creamy skin, and she grinned when she saw us.
“I’m so glad Callie finally found a primping buddy,” she said as she ran her fingers through her wavy hair that she had just left down like usual. Callie and I, on the other hand, had taken turns on each other’s hair. My flat iron had transformed Callie’s curls, and I now had curls running through mine, just skimming my bare shoulders.
We headed out of the dorms, choosing to walk so we didn’t have to worry about a DD. Callie and Zoey had both turned twenty-one over the summer, so they promised to supply me with drinks throughout the night. I really wasn’t too worried about it, I didn’t need to get smashed and end up doing something stupid like I normally did when I drank.
“There’s Drew,” Callie stood on her tiptoes, pointing to a back table where a stocky looking football player-type stood, nervously tapping his knee as he scanned the packed bar back and forth with his eyes.
A relieved looking smile lit up his face as soon as he saw Callie skip towards him and I could tell they had a really good connection. Callie flung herself into his arms which earned her a surprised chuckle from Drew for her over enthusiasm, and she pulled back to introduce us. “These are my roommates, Zoey and Della. This is Drew.”
I smiled at the way she said Drew, like she was caressing his name as she said it. I could tell how into him she was. “Nice to meet you,” Drew replied, never releasing Callie’s hand as we all sat down around the high-top table. “Callie’s told me all about both of you. Can I get everyone something to drink?”
“A beer for me would be good,” Zoey instantly replied, twirling a curl around her finger as her eyes wandered. “Me too.”
Drew left pretty reluctantly and headed towards the bar that