Grace

Six

Grace

I watch the girls apply their makeup in front of Trinity's vanity mirror.

I'll wait until they're done to do my usual lipstick and lash strips. They're a couple of mirror hogs and I'm not in the mood to be shoving Ruby out of my way and getting elbowed by Trin in the meantime.

"Peter's hot in an unattractive way," Ruby continues on. Not sure how he became a topic in discussion, but just like everything else, he's always seems to weasel his way in somehow.

I frown at her logic, laying sideways on one of Trinity's throw pillows as I stretch out my curls, watching them snap back into a tight coil as soon as I release the strand from my fingertips.

Ruby pauses, turning toward me with splotches of powder caked over her t-zone. Letting her face bake, as they say. "You ever seen someone who's really ugly, but you still kinda, probably would fuck them?"

Me and Trinity exchange glances via the mirror and shake our heads sternly.

"Peter's ugly—whatever." Ruby blinks and bats her lashes. "But for some reason...I'd still suck his dick." She holds her hands up in defense. "I don't know."

"You're just a slut, Ruby." Trinity gives her a cheeky smile before receiving a hard smack to her bare thigh that sounds more painful than it looked.

"Fuck you." She laughs. "If I'm a slut, so are you."

"Ever think maybe you're just into his personality?" I ask her with a wrinkled chin. "I mean, hear me out. Besides how he looks, he's got a lot in common with the usual guys you go for. He's tall, funny—"

"Cocky, arrogant, smells like weed and Axe cologne," Trinity finishes.

"Yeah he's all of those things, but I don't know—maybe I am just a slut."

We laugh at her, but she's unfazed. Rocking and swaying to the song that's just began. Lightly singing along to the music, she primps in the mirror, adding a few final swipes of lipstick over her pout before scraping along the edges with her nail.

"So, what shall we do tonight?" Trinity finally asks, a smile rising on her plum lips as she seeks out our reflections in the mirror.

"A proper question would be," Ruby pauses, a devious grin appearing, "what shall we fuck up tonight?"

"No." I roll over, my long spiraling tendrils spilling off the edge of the bed. "No fucking anything up. Not tonight."

"Oh, come on Gracie-Grace." Ruby pouts at me as I peer at her from over the fur covered pillow. "You'll feel better. Trust me."

"Last time you said that I spent the whole night throwing up in Trinity's little trash can over there."

We all grimace at the tiny pink bin in the corner of the room.

"You're right," says Trinity, fingering through her big Victoria's Secret curls as she finishes her hair. "But I didn't get all dressed up to sit around and eat pizza, either."

Ruby taps her finger on her chin in thought and then makes a move for her purse. "I'm gonna call Peter, and then—"

"See, you're totally into him, Ruby!" Trinity spins toward her, waving her hands. "You talk all this shit about how he's ugly and blah, blah, blah, but then your stupid face lights up when you mention his name!"

I laugh into the pink fuzz at Ruby's guilty face.

"I never said I didn't like him."

Trinity scoffs. "Fine, whatever. Call him—and tell him to bring Christian," she says sweetly, batting her long lashes at me. "Maybe he can make Grace feel better."