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I sit back as I look at Jenna standing in my open doorway. Both of her hands rest on the frame as she presents herself in a little black dress and strappy, red heels. A tiny purse. Flawless make-up.
I snort. “You certainly are,” I answer.
Jenna frowns as she steps into my room. “What are you doing?” she asks.
“I’m just...” I glance at my sketchbook. “Practicing for class.”
She tilts her head as she studies at the sketch. “Nice,” she says, meaning it. “You made Resting Prick Face look mildly approachable.”
“Thank you.” I stand up and look at my black-stained hands. “Let me wash up and we’ll go.”
“You’re not wearing that, are you?”
I check myself. Baseball t-shirt. Jeans. Red sneakers. My basic everyday attire, and plenty good enough for a walk down to Bobby’s house.
“Yeah?” I say.
“Uh, no.” She shakes her head. “Change.”
“Why?” I ask. “We’re just going to Bobby’s, right?”
“We’re not going to Bobby’s,” she says. “Bobby’s canceled.”
“Again? Why?”
“Just…” She slices the air with her hands. “I’d rather not discuss it right now.”
“Okay. Then, where are we going?” I ask.
“To one of the biggest parties of the year!” She spins toward my closet and exhales. “It’s okay. It’s fine. I will find you...” she sneers at my clothes, “something.”
“Party?” I ask. “What party?”
“The Alpha Delta Xi party, stupid.”
My gut churns. “A frat party?”
“No. This will not do.” She steps back. “We’re going to my closet.”
I follow her into the hall. “I can’t go to a frat party!”
“You can, you will, and you are.”
“But...” I linger in her bedroom doorway as she disappears into the depths of her own closet. “Can’t we just... chill here? We haven’t talked in ages.”
“We talk every day, Heidi,” she says, barely visible between a line of identical little black dresses.
“But not like we used to!” I say, trying to make it sound appealing. “Remember those sleepovers we used to have? We’d give each other makeovers and plan out what our dream houses will look like when we marry Zac Efron. That was fun, right?”
Jenna emerges with a hanger in each hand, both dangling a dress way outside my comfort level. “Heidi, we’re in college. We’re college girls now.”
“I know...”
“All those sleepovers and makeovers and chats about Efron were preparing us... for this.” She holds the first dress up to my body, shakes her head, and tosses it aside. “Basic training is over, baby. Tonight, we go to war.”
I wince at the second dress she holds up against me. “War for what?” I ask, humoring her.
“For dick. What else?”
