"Well, that took a lot longer than I thought," Alexa remarked as we were walking out of Nordstrom, carrying bags that contained our dresses and shoes for the ball.
"I had to try on twenty dresses. Twenty."
She smirked.
"And you looked amazing in all of them. Except for that second one. It made your tits sag."
"Oh god, Alexa." I laughed, playfully punching her arm. She snickered.
"Now to find masks..."
"Ugh, I just wanna eat," I whined, plopping down on the nearest bench.
This mall was seriously way too big; no wonder tourists from all over the country came here to shop. Plus, Minnesota didn't have a sales tax on clothes either, which was especially nice.
"Ok, we'll eat first then."
Yessss.
Two hours later, we finally left the mall, and as we stood waiting for the light rail that would take us back to campus, I began to shiver from the cold. This morning, the temperature had dropped drastically, and the first thing that had come to my mind was Chase. He was probably freezing to death in that building.
I wondered why he hadn't tried to at least find a homeless shelter. God knows what could happen to him in this kind of weather.
"So, are you and Drew a thing yet?", Alexa asked out of the blue.
"Not really. I only see him as a friend," I replied truthfully.
Besides, I was developing feelings for someone else.
"A friend? Sophia, he's like the best and hottest football player on the team. I know tons of girls who'd kill to be you tonight."
"There's more to a guy than just his looks, Alexa," I pointed out.
"Duh, everyone knows that. But it's college. Have some fun. It's not like you're marrying the guy. If I didn't already have Tristan, I'd be screwing Drew a long time ago."
I shook my head, stifling a laugh. Tristan was Alexa's boyfriend. They hooked up after the first football game of the season and had been together since then. Apparently, she was planning on sleeping over at his apartment tonight, too, which meant that I'd be alone...and free to binge eat my favorite junk food without being judged.
This past week, they'd been selling girl scout cookies on campus, and I'd ended up buying eight boxes. They were all stashed up in my closet, hidden from any prying eyes. Of course, I was gonna share them with Alexa, but I didn't want any of the guys to see them. They'd finish all my boxes in less than a day.
The light rail finally arrived, and Alexa and I stepped on, thankful to escape the cold. When we got back to our residence hall, everyone was buzzing with excitement for the ball. Olivia, the girl who lived across from us, was running back and forth between her room and the bathroom with a curling iron stuck in her hair.
"Girl, what on earth is going on?", Alexa asked in bewilderment.
"I was trying to curl my own hair and uh, it kind of got stuck ," she said sheepishly.
"Here, take my bags. I'll help poor Olivia out," Alexa ordered.
"Ok. I'll start getting ready."
Just before turning the doorknob, I noticed a piece of paper lying on the ground; someone must have tried to slip it through my door while I was gone. I bent down to grab it and immediately recognized the handwriting as Caleb's. Chemistry Caleb. There, scribbled in black ink was his number, followed by "Dinner tomorrow? -Caleb."
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My Saving Grace
RomanceDespite losing her mother when she was ten, Sophia Grace Weston has the life most kids dream of. Growing up, she had a loving father and was always surrounded by the most privileged people, but when she enters college, a brief encounter with Chase L...