They all quietened as soon as they noticed me.
I pretended not to be bothered about it and walked up to the cabinets to get my coffee mug and shoved it in my bag.
I usually buy my coffee, but I preferred bringing my own mug since it would keep the coffee hot for me most of the day.
I turned, and all three of them were looking at me.
Angelica seemed to be the “leader” of their little group, as Kylie Collins and Marren Lang seemed to defer to her on most things.
And Angelica had that “aura” of a leader.
She was beautiful and confident.
With long, naturally curly blonde hair and big hazel eyes that stood against her fair complexion, she was hard not to notice.
She was tall and curvy, having me beat by at least five inches and a good twenty pounds.
With naturally big and perky breasts that she liked to show off with low-cut shirts—which I didn’t blame her for since I thought most girls would do the same if they had her assets—there was just something about her that made you want to get closer to her, despite having such a mean personality.
“Morning,” I muttered, flushing slightly when none of them returned my greeting.
I didn’t even know why I bothered trying.
It had been like this since the first day I moved in, when they decided I would get in their way of living together.
But it wasn’t like I did it on purpose.
This was a campus apartment, and they put four people in together.
I just happened to be the fourth person.
I looked away and was about to head out the door when Angelica stopped me.
“Ryleigh, wait.”
I paused and looked back at them.
Angelica smiled. It wasn’t a mean smile, per se, but there was something about it that I didn’t trust.
“Yeah?” I asked.
The girls all shared a look before Marren spoke. “We were wondering if you’re free tonight.”
I blinked. “What?”
She smiled. “Are you free tonight? I know you don’t have class tomorrow, and we don’t either. We wanted to go out to this new club that had just opened. Would you like to come?”
For a second, I wasn’t sure how to respond.
Then a small smile overtook my face, and I nodded.
“Yeah, I’m free. That sounds like fun,” I said shyly.
I didn’t think of myself as a shy person.
If anything, I thought I was just reserved, but I was obviously out of practice when it came to socializing, but for some reason, I was feeling shy.
Angelica smiled. “Perfect. Why don’t we all meet back here around eight, and we could leave together?”