Page 27 of Spin The Bottle
She nods, giving me a smirk.
I shake my head, taking a step close to her, towering over her and tut. “Hate to break it to you,” I whisper. “But it just did.”
I pull back, admiring how her breath accelerates and her face flushes. She picks up her bag and heads into the lockers. “Don’t make me regret it,” she says without turning around.
I drop my eyes to my phone, staring at the screen with her number. I grip my phone in my hand, looking up to see she’s gone. “You will,” I mutter to myself.
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Find me
“God, I needed this.” I drop down on the couch beside Madi.
“That bad?” Gabriella asks.
I shrug. I love modeling, but coming back after is always great. Hanging with my girls, getting shit-faced at some random party, nothing beats it. “It was fun,” I tell them. “But those girls can be draining.”
“Aw,” Gabi coos, blowing me a kiss. “You missed me.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Desperately.”
Madi nudges me on the arm, her brown eyes shining with a mischievous glimmer. “Don’t feed into her ego,” she says. “Her head is already too big.”
A scoff comes from Gabi who’s downing her beer. “You wish you could be me.”
“I really don’t.”
“Here,” Gabi cracks open a can of beer, handing it over to me. “It’s the least I can do since you were so miserable without me.” I take the can from her, taking a sip. The cold liquid drips into my throat, the burn on my throat almost instant. “Better?” she asks.
I nod, taking another sip. “I’ll get there.” I look around the room at the couples cuddled together on the couch, the girls dancing to the music. “Rosie didn’t come out again, huh?”
“Nope,” Gabi says. “She’s an old lady now.”
“I know she has Grayson now, but I just miss her,” I admit with a shrug. “She hasn’t been coming out with us as much.”
“She’s in love,” Madi replies. “You can’t fault her for that.”
I hum, shaking my head. “Of course not. Just because my love life went to shit, doesn’t mean she shouldn’t be happy.”
“Don’t even mention him,” Gabi says, narrowing her eyes at me. “He doesn’t count.”
I let out a laugh, taking another sip of the beer. “He does, unfortunately.”
“Nope. I’m not letting you get sad,” Gabi says, shaking her head. “No more talking about shitty ex-boyfriends. Come on.” She stands up from the couch, holding out her hand for me to take it.
“Where the hell are you taking me now? I’m not playing any more drinking games with you,” I warn her, lifting my brow.
She smirks. “Why? You seemed to have fun last time.”
I glance at Madi who’s got an equally cocky smirk on her face. “I think I need new friends,” I mutter, downing the rest of my beer.
“Oh, come on,” Madi says, crossing her legs when she turns to face me. “You’re acting like it was so awful.” She rolls her eyes. “You know damn well you enjoyed that.”
I shrug, looking down at the empty beer can. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Gabi’s laughter makes my eyes snap to her. “Please,” she says, sitting back down. “You were like half a beer and thirty seconds away from stripping him right there in front of everyone.”
“That’s an exaggeration.” I roll my eyes.
