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She’s changed since class into a tiny pair of soft-looking pink shorts and a gray zip-up hoodie, open to her navel. Her green sports bra is showing underneath, revealing her flat, tanned stomach. She’s unbelievably attractive, no matter what she has on.
“I’m not used to…being alone with girls.” The admission slips past my lips.
I don’t want to see the look on her face, so I busy myself, digging for a pen.
She responds after what feels like hours, “Don’t be embarrassed, Farm Boy. I can teach you everything you need to know.”
My head jerks up, my eyes widening at her words. She starts laughing, and I realize it was a joke. I chuckle nervously at her blatant reference to fornication—again.
“Why do you keep calling me that?” I have to change the subject, or my face will never return to its normal color.
“Please tell me you’ve seen The Princess Bride. I know you were raised in the sticks, but it’s a classic.”
“Is that a movie? I don’t watch much TV.”
“Ugh, you’re killing me!” Her head drops back against the wall. “Okay, we have to watch it. I can’t be friends with you until you’ve seen it.”
I catch a sparkle in her eyes as she looks back down at her notebook.
A smile breaks over my face at the prospect of spending more time with her. I attempt to stamp out the fire of excitement. Surely, just being friends with her is okay.
9
Harley
Kenna and her non-bitchy friends are visiting me at work Thursday. They blend in with the crowd, but I told them I would only serve them as long as Billy wasn’t around.
“Harley! My girl, you are the best roommate that I could’ve ever wished for.”
Kenna’s face is curved into a grin, eyes lit up. She’s a combination of adorable freckles and a rack that draws attention from men everywhere she goes.
“You coming to the Kappa Betas’ dance tomorrow night?” Raelynn asks me.
Her perfect, upturned nose, large aquarium-blue eyes, and short bob are drawing looks from the male customers. Pretty much every man in the room is watching their table from the corner of their eyes.
“Eh, I’m not much of a dancer.”
I look around for my manager for a second before sitting down at their booth. The seats are old cracked leather, exhausted from holding up thousands of patrons over the years.
“Well, you should, and I already have the perfect dress for you to wear. You have cowboy boots, don’t you?” Kenna asks, leaning over the wooden table.
“Do I look like I own cowboy boots?” I quirk a brow at her.
“You can borrow mine! I have a million extra pairs. My mom insists on buying them for me every Christmas even though a two-step is the only place I’ll be caught dead in them,” Raelynn says as she stuffs her mouth with a fried potato wedge. Her parents own a cattle ranch worth millions, according to Kenna.
“Cool. If I go,” I look up to see the bar getting more crowded.
“You have to go! Adam will be there.” Kenna wiggles her eyebrows. “I saw him on the way to chem and invited him.”
“What about his roommates?” I accuse, standing up to go rescue Sal and the other bartenders from the pack of sorority girls crowding the bar.
I walk away before she has a chance to respond. A hand reaches out to grip my elbow.
“Hey, what’s the rush?”
I rip my arm away, my chest tightening at the unexpected contact.
“What?” I shriek.
