Chapter 1
BECKY
“Becky,” Cassie whines. “Come on, please?”
I shake my head, I will not bow down to her pouty lips and sorrow filled wide eyes. “Cas, you know how much I despise frat parties. There’s not a chance in hell that I’ll be attending this one,” I tell her as I go back to reading my smutty romance book.
I’m unlike most college kids, I don’t like partying and I hate being social. I’d rather curl up and read. I’ve been this way since as long as I can remember
“You haven’t been listening to me, have you?” she gripes, I glance up at her to see that she’s standing over me with her hands on her hips.
“Sorta,” I reply with a small smile.
She shakes her head. “No, you weren’t. You heard the word party and immediately thought the worst. How long have we known each other?”
“Too long,” I murmur and shriek as she hits me with her pillow. “Since kindergarten.”
She nods. “Exactly. When have I ever steered you wrong?”
I raise a brow. “Um, does Mrs. Burrow ring a bell?”
Her eyes widen at my words. “That was a mistake, one that I’ll take to the grave.”
I bite my lip to stifle the laughter. “Cas, you dragged me out with you to go see The Rock Goddesses—we never got to see them, I might add—we got drunk and you ran over Mrs. Burrow’s cat.”
She raises a hand. “And as I said, it was a mistake, one that I gravely regret.”
“Say that to poor Mildred.”
Her nose scrunches up in disgust. “What was she thinking, naming her cat Mildred?”
“The poor woman was never the same.”
She narrows her eyes. “You’re deflecting from the point,” she says as she straightens herself. “We are not going to a party on Greek Row. We’re going to Dalton’s bar.”
I blink as I lower the book I’m reading onto the bed. “Wait, we are?” I ask confused. We’ve never gone to Dalton’s before. We usually stay on campus as Cassie always makes sure that I’m close to home if things get too much—although, whenever we do go out, I always have a book close by, usually on my phone—Dalton’s bar is on the other side of town.
Cassie’s smile is beautifully bright. “Yep, we’re going tonight. They’re having a costume party, and I’m hoping that most of the campus will be on Greek row so that we can party with some men that don’t go here.”
I grin as I get to my feet. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”
She rolls her eyes. “The past week I’ve been telling you, but as per usual, the moment I mention the party, your mind wanders elsewhere.”
“What am I going to wear? I didn’t buy a costume.”
She shakes her head. “Lucky for you,” she begins. “I came prepared.” She pads out of my room and within minutes returns with a tiny black dress and a mask.
“What is that?”
She thrusts the dress and mask into my hands. “That my beautiful friend is your costume, now, go get changed, we’ve got a party to get to.”
I take the dress with me as I go to the bathroom. Luckily enough, I showered and primped earlier. At least I don’t have to worry about that right now. I pull on the dress and wonder what the hell Cassie was thinking, it barely covers my ass, let alone my boobs. Christ, what was Cassie thinking when she purchased this dress?
Glancing in the mirror I’m stunned by how I look. The dress is something that I would never purchase for myself, it’s short and tight. Two things I don’t usually like to wear but seeing myself in the mirror, I’m shocked by how this dress enhances my body.
Cassie knocks on the bathroom door. “Come on, Becky, let me see.”
Taking a deep breath, I slowly unlock the door and take a step backward. The door opens, and Cass stands in the doorway with her arms crossed, a proud look on her face. “You look amazing. It’s about time you showed the world how sexy you are.”