Page 7 of The Spider Queen
“You can’t wear glasses to a Frat party.”
I somehow held back an eye roll. “Why not?”
“Because the boys will know you’re smart.”
“You’resmart. I mean, not right now, you’re not acting smart, but you are.”
“Of course I’m smart. It’s always better to be smart. But I’m notbroadcastingit. Not upfront.”
“Oh, I see, you reel them in with your looks and then clobber them with your big ole brain.”
She snapped her fingers and grinned. “Exactly.”
“Okay, but there’s a huge difference between us and that involves at least two cup sizes.”
“True. But you have a great ass. I’d kill for your ass.”
I looked over my shoulder, trying to see my behind. “Really?”
“Really. And your hair is gorgeous.”
“It’s brown.”
“It’s shiny and healthy and long, and you wear it in a ponytail all the time.”
“It gets in my way,” I muttered.
“And you have green eyes. Like, moss green. No one has green eyes.”
“Two percent of the world’s population has green eyes.”
“Whatever.” She huffed out a breath of air. “Your eyes are one of your best features, but you can’t see them behind your glasses.”
“I’m not falling for any of this, you know. I’m wearing my glasses,” I said. “I want to be comfortable.”
“No tennis shoes.”
“No heels,” I shot back.
“No hoodie.”
“It’s forty degrees outside!”
“No. Hoodie.”
I glared. “I like the way I look, Anita. Why are you trying to change me?”
Her stance softened. “I’m not trying to change you. I’m just trying to give you a little…polish.”
Anita always looked impeccable. She had her honey blond hair cut and styled every six weeks, she wore mascara to the gym, her clothes emphasized her amazing curves, and yet she never looked like she tried too hard. I loved that about her.
“I don’t want to be self-conscious,” I mumbled. “I’ll already be out of my element.” I wondered what would happen if I snuck away from the frat party and headed to Hunter’s house. It had been nice to meet someone who hadn’t seemed intimidated by my interests. The guy was pre-med, so smart women obviously didn’t scare him.
“Hello? Poppy?” Anita waved a hand in front of my face. “You still with me?”
“With you,” I replied. “You want the shower first?”
“Sure. Go into your room. I already laid out three outfits for you to choose from. You’re bound to like one of them.”
