Secret Puck - Rebecca Jenshak Page 0,30
much blush.”
I brush a little shimmer powder along her cheekbones. “Well, I’m happy to do it anytime. Seriously, doing your makeup every day is my dream job.”
“Why aren’t you going to school to be a makeup artist?” Dakota asks from the bed. She’s lying on her side looking at her phone.
“Unless you work in a salon or store, it’s a lot of freelance gigs like wedding days and special occasions. Plus, there’s so much pressure to get it perfect so they feel beautiful and confident.”
“Well, I feel both right now, so I think you’d be great at it.” Reagan purses her lips and then smiles.
“Speaking of jobs, I need to find one if I’m going to be able to move out next year. Do you guys know of anything on campus or off? I was thinking about checking local restaurants and cafés.” Rooming with Ava’s been great. We get along well, and she doesn’t have any crazy habits like leaving out old food or rummaging through my things without asking, but I don’t want to do dorm life again next year.
“The Hall of Fame is always looking for guides,” Dakota says.
“Guides?”
She sits up and abandons her phone. “Yeah, we do tours for local groups like schools and other organizations, but we also get to help with recruitment. I can ask my boss if you want.”
“Just like that?”
“Well, I’m not going to lie, the fact that you’re Adam Scott’s little sister will probably help. My boss has a giant crush on him.”
“What?” I ask at the same time Reagan mutters, “Who doesn’t?”
Dakota and I look to her. “What? Come on, he’s hot. No, not only hot, he’s nice and…” She trails off. “I’m just saying, it isn’t totally ridiculous that she has a crush on him.”
Dakota shakes her head. “Well, whatever, but every time he’s around, she gets all flustered and blushes.”
Gross. “That’s so weird, but whatever, the job sounds fun.”
“Great. I’m working tomorrow, so I’ll ask.”
I get up and pull my phone out of my pocket so I can take pictures of my work. “Stand against the wall.” I point to a blank section of white wall in her room and Reagan moves in front of it. “The guy you were crushing on earlier this year, it wasn’t Adam, right?”
“What?” Reagan freezes. “No, of course not. I only meant I could understand it.”
“Is it Heath?” Seems like a long shot since he’s not dating anyone, but I need her to rule him out anyway. It would be too weird if she was into him.
“Definitely no.”
“Why ‘definitely no’? Heath is great.”
“Rhett?” Dakota asks.
“Would you two stop trying to guess. I’m not telling you and it doesn’t matter anyway. Every time I’m around him, I go stupid shy. I need a guy more on my level. Plus, I have a new crush and he is single and he asked for my number.”
My phone pings as I take a few photos of Reagan’s makeup. “That’s Maverick. I’m going over to study with him again.”
“Can you do this for my date?” Reagan makes a circle in front of her face.
“Absolutely, but you don’t need my help to look gorgeous.” I grab my stuff and wave as I head out.
Maverick is already at Adam’s apartment when I get there. He’s on the couch with Charli next to him. Rhett and Heath are playing video games.
“Did I miss Adam?” I sit in the chair next to Heath.
He bumps my shoulder. “Yeah, he left for Taryn’s a few minutes ago.”
“Does she ever come here?”
“Nah, not really.”
I get up and haul my backpack to the table and pull out my laptop and a copy of Shakespeare’s sonnets I borrowed from the library. Maverick follows and takes the chair across from me. Charli lies at his feet.
“Do you want me to take a look at your notes or should we jump into the study questions?”
He heaves a dramatic sigh. “My notes might be shit.”
He hands over a notebook filled with three pages of his small penmanship.
“Did you write down everything the professor said?” I ask, baffled as I scan over them. The amount of detail he’s captured is crazy.
“Uh, yeah. I wasn’t sure what was important and what wasn’t, so I wrote down damn near everything.”
“I’m not sure either. Wow okay. The test is an essay?”
“Yeah. Payne, phone’s going off in your room,” Maverick calls to him.
Heath stands with the controller, backing out of the room. “Ah, ah, fuck. I’m cornered. Pause, one second.” He rushes into his room