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We end the call and I don’t waste any time dialing Sophia’s number. If I’m going to go get a distraction, she’s coming along.
The phone rings once before she answers.
“I just put a face mask on, so this better be good,” she grumbles.
I’m about to get my ass chewed out, but I don’t care.
“Get dressed, we’re going to a party.”
Ten minutes later, I’m in Sophia’s parent’s living room waiting for her to finish getting ready for the party. One of my buddies from the team is throwing a going away party before he heads down to Florida for school, so I figure that would be the perfect distraction.
I hear shoes coming down the stairs and let out a sigh of relief.
“Fuck. Finally,” I say in the direction of the stairs.
Sophia usually doesn’t take very long to get ready, but tonight she took her sweet ass time.
I walk over and when I see her on the last step, I see why she took forever.
Her light brown hair is in curls and her face glows from the makeup that she is wearing.
I keep my eyes on hers as long as I possibly can but they decided to move on their own, down the rest of her body.
I’ve known Sophia for thirteen years of my life. I’ve seen her in everything from sweats to a damn bikini, but never in a damn black mini skirt that looks like it’s barely hanging on and a crop top that shows more skin than it covers.
As I watch her as she slides on her shoes so that we can leave, I can only think about one thing. My best friend has always been gorgeous to me. My type, and fucking gorgeous, but I’ve never had the guts to tell her. Not when we were fifteen, not now. Some days, her beauty, both inside and out, is all I can think of.
Right now, though, all I can think is that my best friend is hot as fuck and there is no way in hell that tonight is going to be a distraction like I had planned.
It’s going to be fucking torture.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SOPHIA
In all theyears that I’ve known Blake, never have I felt self-conscious around him. I could wear anything and everything in the world and feel like the most confident girl around.
That is, until tonight.
When he called earlier and said that we were going to a party, I saw that as an opportunity to dress out of my comfort zone. I had been planning for a moment like this since high school graduation a month ago. I’m going to be a college freshman soon, a whole different environment than high school, it was time to up my game in the whole wardrobe department.
I’ve been spending the last few weeks curating the perfect closet, and tonight was the first night that I got the opportunity to show off my new clothes.
But now, I’m second guessing myself big time.
As we drive to this party that is being put on by Landon, one of Blake’s teammates, Blake continues to throw quick glances my way.
What does he keep looking at?
“Everything okay?” I finally ask, shifting in the passenger seat.
Blake doesn’t look at me as he answers. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”
I try to read his profile but I’m not getting anything besides him possibly being irritated. At what, I have no idea.
He was fine back at the house. I wonder what happen between when he got there and now that caused the mood shift. I know I haven’t said or done anything.
Maybe he’s just freaking out about tomorrow or maybe it’s his dad. I know he has been calling nonstop today, because Blake mentioned it when I talked to him before dinner, so maybe he’s irritated with that and not with me.
