SOPHIE BROOKS:
Party, hook-up, hangover, repeat.
I don't do rules, responsibility, or monogamy.
So when the chance to sleep with the hottest Olympian swimmer in the country presents itself, you can be damn sure I take it.
And sneak out before he wa...
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"What are you doing?" Jen says the words slowly, a look of utter confusion on her face.
I get it. It's not every day she finds me sprawled on my bedroom floor, heaps of clothes surrounding me, as I throw tops and dresses around.
"I have nothing to wear," I whine.
"Soph, you have a million outfits." She crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against the doorway.
"But not the right one!" I brandish the black, see-through bodystocking in my hand at her to illustrate my point.
"The right outfit for what?"
I look down, drop the piece of clothing to the ground, and wrap my arms around my knees. I mutter something indistinctive under my breath.
"What?" Jen asks, confused.
"Jaydenistakingmeonadate," I mumble quickly and way too quietly for her to hear.
"Again, what?"
"Jayden is taking me on a date!" I exclaim, throwing my arms into the air.
Jen's jaw drops. "What?"
I give her a sour look. "You heard me." She wouldn't be looking at me like that if she didn't.
"I heard you," she says. "But I can't have heard that right... Jayden Sennels is taking you on a date?"
I nod.
"And you said yes?"
I give her a grunt of affirmation.
"By your own free will?"
I throw the closest dress at her, and she giggles, holding up her palms. "Okay, but for real. How did that happen?"
I give her a quick recap of what has happened since Jayden showed up at our apartment last night, and her eyes widen exponentially when I mention our little outing today.
"You brought him to see Max?" she breathes.
"Yeah..." I don't know what else to say. Jen knows what a big deal that is. I don't tell her that it was a kind of payback for Jayden telling me about his past. Like our secrets are currency, and I was in the red.
I can't tell Jen. Both because Jayden's story is his, and I have no right to share it. But also, and probably more importantly, because she would see right through me.
I did promise to let Jayden know something about me, but there were a million other things I could do. Taking him to see Max was a completely voluntary decision.
"Anyway," I say, clearing my throat. "He picks me up at seven, and I have no idea what to wear. Please help me."
Jen smiles smugly. "Oh, how the tables have turned. I don't think you've ever asked for my help in this regard."
