Page 20 of Set the Moment
“A guy asked me out,” I cringe, frowning slightly. Aric’s not a bad guy, but what if he isn’t therightguy? I get uncomfortable just from the thought of going out with him…what’s to say he’s not a weird serial killer?
Or.
A guy with a foot fetish.
My body shivers uncontrollably from the thought. Feet creep me out so much, and then there’s people that willingly putotherpeople’s feet in their mouth.
Bleh.
Can you hear me throwing up in my mouth?
Georgia’s arm shoots out across my chest like a mom who’s just slammed on the breaks, and my neck snaps to the side from the force.
“Did you just say someone asked you out?!” she exclaims, hopping off the couch, her jaw agape.
My cheeks warm from her laser focused green eyes.
“Someone did what?! Oh my gosh, Si Si, we have to help you get ready!” Cleo’s melodic voice is as loud as all outdoors as the pink clad woman rushes out of her bedroom into our shared living room.
“It’s not a big deal…” I shrug, looking away from them to the TV, but the blonde-brunette duo has other plans. The girls close in, standing in front of me like Thing 1 and Thing 2 with their hands on their hips and creepy smiles on their faces.
I sink into my seat on the couch as Thing 2—Cleo—jumps on me.
“Of course it’s a big deal, younevergo out!” she exclaims, settling herself beside me as Georgia purses her lips.
I roll my eyes, smiling, "I'm sorry, ma'am. Is that the pot calling the kettle black?!"
“You go to one party, have a man eat you out, and now suddenly you’re the party expert?” Gerogia adds.
“I’ve had boyfriends, G. When was the last time you’ve seen this sticklertalkto a man?” Cleo asks, her tone clearly light and playful as she turns on the TV.
Georgia and I’s eyes lock momentarily, communicating with one another.
She knows the last man I talked to. Hell, she walked in on us devouring one another's mouths.
Her eyes tell meI won’t say anythingif you don’t.
And I won't. Not now, not ever. That kiss was like something out of a fairytale, but like all stories, they must come to an end. And our page turned on that night.
“Oh, shut up! Si Si’s just a little inexperienced is all…I bet she’ll find the person of her dreams while she’s here. That guy could be her soulmate.” Georgia shrugs and my nose scrunches.
Aric is not my soulmate…thatI know for sure. Jace, too, for that matter.
I think my soulmate might just be an artsy girl who paints little portraits of me when I sleep and feeds me green grapes because she knows I hate the red ones. We’d make dinners together, she’d go to my shows, and we’d ride off into the sunset on her bike because, of course, I’d date a biker girl.
Can you tell that I read too many books?
“What was his name again?” Georgia asks, pulling my attention back to the topic.
“Aric Rogers, I think…he’s an art major.”
At this, Georgia’s brow raises. “Rogers? He’s…a guy. Just be careful, he was sweet in our Textiles class, but he does tend to date a lot.”
“So I should go on the date?” I ask, chewing the inside of my cheek.
“You’re still contemplating it?! Girl, go get your man!” Cleo laughs loudly, but I can tell there’s something off with her. She isn’t her usual, careful self right now. Matter of fact, she’s been a little off since she came back from New York.
My smile is small as I look at my cousin.
