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“Are you coming to the pool party?” Dakota asks.
“What pool party?”
“Oh yeah, you should definitely come.” Reagan smiles. I freaking love her dimples. “It’s at The White House. It’s a big, back to school party they have every year. Everyone will be there.”
“I’m in.” And just like that, I’m pretty sure I’ve made two new friends here.
7
GINNY
The next morning, I’m sitting outside on the deck FaceTiming with Reagan and Dakota recapping last night. I had so much fun and I’m excited to hang out with them again today.
Adam comes out, shirtless, hair matted from sleep, and a giant bottle of Gatorade in hand. “’Morning.”
“Hey.”
He takes a seat next to me with a big, tired sigh and glances to the phone in my hand with a smile. Which reminds me…
“Reagan, what happened with that guy last night?”
“Oh, nothing.” She bites at the corner of her lip, making one dimple dot her cheek. “It was stupid. He’s dating someone else. I didn’t realize until last night. Moving on.”
“How is that possible? You’re gorgeous. Did you tell him you were into him?”
She shakes her head.
I angle the phone so she can see Adam. “Would you tell her that she needs to tell this guy so he can break up with his girlfriend to date her?”
He chuckles and Reagan’s eyes go wide. “Oh my god, Ginny. Adam, you absolutely do not need to—”
“She’s right.” He nods and smiles at my new friend. “Guy must be crazy.”
“See. Told you.”
She covers her face with her hands like she’s embarrassed.
“I’m going to hang with Adam for a bit.”
“Hurry up and get over here,” Dakota says, popping her head in front of the screen for a second.
“I’ll be over soon,” I promise.
“Looks like you made some friends,” Adam says as I hang up the phone.
“I did. Thanks for letting me crash in your room last night.”
“No problem. The couch wasn’t too bad.”
“That might have had something to do with the girl that was on it with you.”
“Probably so,” he agrees. “Do you girls want to ride over to the party together?”
“Sure, sounds good.” I stand and stretch. “See you later.”
I knock at Dakota and Reagan’s and then open the door. “Hello?”
“In my room,” Reagan calls.
