“Why not?”
“You know why.”
“You think I’m still in love with Whitney.”
“I think you’re not ready to be giving away your heart.”
“Fine then,” he says, while fastening it around his own neck. “I’m wearing it. I want you to see it every day. When you’re ready, you take it back.”
I give him a long, sweet kiss. “You have a deal.”
He smacks my ass and says, “You’re so late.”
Saturday, September 10th
Glitter everywhere.
1pm
The dance sleepover is actually really fun. We spend many hours learning a new routine for a dance competition that we’ll be in later this year. Then we spend another few hours on team-building activities. Mostly silly, but fun games to help us all get along. After that, we eat junk food and gossip. Katie and I get home at seven this morning and both immediately fall into bed.
At one, I meet with Brad and the dean. We discuss the idea of having a themed weekend once a month. How we would like to involve multiple groups and clubs. How we want to support a charity. And how it will promote school pride. The dean loves our idea in theory and approves us to move forward with a specific plan. He tells us if we can get the plan together, he’d like to have our first weekend in November, when perspective students come to visit for the weekend. He thinks it will be a great selling point for the school.
After that I meet Katie, Maggie, Riley, Dallas, Jordan, and Parker in Annie’s dorm’s common room to work on posters. We have a ball making signs and sneaking off to her room to take nips of wine.
I’m a little tipsy and covered in glitter when I meet Dawson later to watch the lacrosse game. I still don’t understand the sports here, exactly, but somehow Logan is able to play both lacrosse and football. He is a decent quarterback but it’s clear that this is where he puts on a show. Vanessa always had a thing for the lacrosse team and I went to quite a few of their games. Logan is a damn good player. Those back muscles that I’ve admired in math class are being put to good use.
Dawson pulls my hand up to his mouth and kisses it. “I’ve missed you today. Can we hang out tonight? Maybe go play mini golf and get some dinner or something?”
“That sounds like fun. And I missed you too.”
He brushes a finger across my collarbone. “You have glitter everywhere.”
I laugh. “I know. I’m pretty sure it’s literally everywhere on my body.”
His dark eyes smolder at me. “Maybe I need to find all the glitter.”
“Gonna be hard to do at mini golf.”
“Maybe we need to make a little wager on golf.”
“What kind of wager?”
He wraps his arm around my waist, pulls me in close to his side, and puts his mouth up to my ear. He nibbles on it before whispering, “I win, we go parking.”
“I’ve never been parking. I might just let you win.”
“Really? Well then, there’s no bet. We’ll put that on our list for tonight. You’ve really never been parking?”
“No. Is that weird?”
“Kinda.” He laughs but puts his mouth up by my ear again. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”
I push his shoulder away from me. “I don’t think gentle is in your dictionary.”
“Maybe it will be tonight.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“Come on. Let’s go get ready and get out of here.”
We walk down the bleachers and head toward the dorms. “I probably should shower.”
He pulls me tightly into his body. “Don’t you dare. I told you, I plan on finding every speck of glitter on you. But what I didn’t tell you is that I’m gonna lick every speck off.”
“Hmmm, well then I might need to swing back by Annie’s and borrow some extra glitter. I’m pretty sure the glitter isn’t really everywhere.”
He drops me off at my dorm, smacks my butt, and says, “Anywhere you want my tongue,” and walks away.
I’m tempted to run to Annie’s and roll myself in glitter.
Sunday, September 11th
She’s really pretty.
9:30am
I’m lying across Dallas’ bed. He’s sitting on the floor in front of me while I massage his shoulders. Riley is sitting in his desk chair, rolling around and trying to figure out how to rule the world. Or, at least, how to sleep with it.
He’s holding up our history project sheet and rambling off the different projects we can do.
“We can do a video!” he says excitedly. “I’m good at doing videos.”
I roll my eyes at him. “I don’t even want to know about the kind of videos you are good at doing.”
He shakes his head at me. “I told you, I’m more than just a sex god. Let’s do a video. We’ll do a reenactment video. You can dress up and I’ll shoot you being told your husband was killed in the war or something. Don’t worry, the camera will love you.”