Kiss To Forget (Blairwood University #2) - Anna B. Doe Page 0,55
brows. “Without me?”
“We were waiting for you!” She grabs the strap of my backpack and pulls it off my shoulder. Forcing me to turn around, she gives me a little push between my shoulder blades. “Off you go, take a shower, and in the meantime we’ll find you something to wear.”
“This is an ambush!” I protest half-heartedly when Callie lifts my shower caddy and hands it to me.
“Just good friends taking care of each other. Go!”
Then with one push at my back, I’m shoved out of my own room.
My hips start swaying to the strong beat of the bass as soon as we enter the darkness of the club. Chloe winks at the bouncer who just let us through, barely glancing at our fake IDs before the door shuts behind us.
Different colored lights illuminate the space as the familiar tunes of top forty hits fill my ears. A group of giggling girls crashes into us as they’re leaving, barely giving us a second glance.
“Bar!” Chloe shouts at us over the loud music. Locking our hands together, so we don’t get separated, we move through the crowd toward the back of the room.
Just like the rest of this place, the bar is packed, but Chloe finds a way to squeeze herself between people and gets the attention of the bartender pretty quickly.
Seriously, that girl means business.
“A round of tequila shots!” She turns to wink at us. “Tonight, we’re celebrating.”
“Anything in particular?” I ask, barely hiding my laugh at her eagerness. She’s been bouncing on the balls of her feet almost since I got back from the shower but refused to say anything until we got here.
“My geniusness,” Chloe interjects, pushing a shot glass into each of our hands. “Bottoms up, girls.”
I tip the glass back, letting the lukewarm liquid slide down my throat. My whole body shudders at the burn as I bite into a slice of lemon Chloe produced from somewhere.
“God, this is strong,” Callie says, shivering and voicing my own thoughts.
“Only the best, since we’re celebrating.”
“Will you finally tell us what exactly we are celebrating?”
“I’ve finally had it with Karen. Having a sex marathon when she knew—you know, because I made a point of telling her?—I needed some peace and quiet to prepare for a quiz for my class was the final straw. And of course, it was just that day that I forgot to bring all the books I needed with me, so I had to get into my room to pick them up anyhow.”
There is a menacing glint in her eyes that has me wincing. Seriously, I never want to get on Chloe’s bad side, like ever.
“What did you do?”
Chloe signals the bartender for another round. “Oh, I might have added a little something to her shampoo.”
“Oh. My. God.”
“You didn’t.”
“That’s some serious Mean Girls shit.”
Callie and I exchange a look. Partly horrified, partly ecstatic.
“Oh, I did. I’m surprised you didn’t hear her shriek. I think the whole hallway shook when she saw her reflection in the mirror after her shower.”
I shake my head at her, laughing. “You’re so, so bad.”
“I can be even worse.” A self-satisfied smirk flashes on her face. “She deserved it, I couldn’t wait for her to catch an STD or some shit like that, which will happen eventually. You know I’m not a mean person, and I hate slut-shaming, but I’ve had it with her. I tried to play nice, I really did, but the more time passed, the crazier she made me. It’s insane.”
I can’t blame her.
“Does she know it’s you?” Callie asks, nibbling at the salt coating the edge of her glass.
Chloe shrugs. “Not like she can do anything to prove it, now can she?”
“True.” I nudge Callie. “See what you could have ended up with? You should be singing my praises.”
Callie pokes her tongue out at me. “That’s what you’d like to think.”
“Now, now.” Chloe shoves between the two of us, acting like some sort of shield, although I’m not sure who she’s protecting. “No need to get your girlmance all in my face.”
“Aww, look at her,” Callie says, trying to imitate Chloe’s stubborn, although slightly irritated pout.
“I think she might cry.” I laugh and lift my glass to her lips. “C’mon, chica. Let’s drown your sorrows in tequila.”
“And dance,” Chloe adds, downing what’s left in my glass. “Definitely dance. Maybe I’ll find somebody tonight and have a sex marathon in our room.”
“That would serve her right.”
“Maybe you should try and find a guy she’s been pining after but couldn’t