Page 16 of Don't Leave
Or glistening.
Bitch.
“So,” I clear my throat, “Austin…” Unsure how to finish that sentence, my voice trails off.
Her expression becomes pinched. “What about him?”
“Does it bother you that he’s here with someone else?” It’s doubtful she’d admit the truth even to me.
Brooklyn doesn’t miss a beat before answering. “Nope. Not at all.”
She slicks a bright red tube of lip stain over her mouth. Where she pulled that from is a total mystery because that bodysuit is more like a second skin. “I told you before, we’re through. He can see whatever slut wants.”
I smirk, unable to help myself. “I think the only slut he wants to see is you.”
She snorts before sliding the tube back into a well concealed pocket at her hip.
With a quick flush of the toilet, I wash my hands. Instead of arguing with her, I say, “Then I’m glad you’ve both moved on.”
She brushes off the comment. “If we’re finished up here, there’s a hot Kappa waiting for me.”
With a smile, I roll my eyes before we head back out into the hallway where everyone is smashed together like sardines. Brooklyn nudges me before nodding to the right. “Speak of the devil…”
One brow lifts as a grin curves her lips. Apparently, all thoughts of Austin are long gone.
With her attention focused on the Kappa, Brooklyn mutters from the side of her mouth, “Does my hair look okay?”
“Sexy. Just like the rest of you.” Brooklyn’s hair is her secret weapon—long, blonde, and lustrous with an enviable amount of wave. I’m sure there’s a secret underground society of Brooklyn haters here at Western who would seriously enjoy scalping her. Hell, if she weren’t my best friend, I’d be half tempted to hate her.
She straightens her shoulders as her gaze stays locked on her target. “Wish me luck, I’m going in.”
I lay a hand on her shoulder as she’s about to take off. “You don’t need luck. You’ve got great tits.”
One corner of her lip quirks as her glittering gaze spears mine. “Damn straight I do.”
“Try not tear him apart with your teeth. It’s such a mess to clean up afterward.”
A chuckle bursts free from her. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
I have no doubt that he’ll follow her around campus like a lost puppy dog come Monday morning.
With a swing of her hips, she strides over to the Kappa to chat him up. For a few seconds, I watch in awe because there’s no way I’d have the confidence to walk up to a random guy and flirt with him.
Already the guy in question looks a little dazed and confused by her attention.
It’s almost impressive how she can weave a spell around the opposite sex. The smile lighting up her face is much better than the crappy mood she’s been in because of Austin. As I turn away from Brooklyn and her conquered Kappa, I slam into someone. My hands shoot out to steady the person I’ve knocked into.
“I’m so sorry!” I say as heat fills my face.
“It’s fine,” the girl says. “No damage done.”
Her easy demeanor has relief flooding through me. Thankfully this girl isn’t going straight to bitch-mode because I accidently bumped into her. I’ve seen it happen. The drunker some of these females get, the nastier they become. Claws are unsheathed in the blink of an eye. It’s a slice first, ask questions later kind of situation.
With a tilt to her head, she studies me. “I saw you earlier with a friend of mine—Cole Mathews.”
Any friend of Cole’s is a friend of mine. Especially since she seems so cool. “Yeah, hi. I’m Cassidy.”
Her smile never falters. “Jackie.”
