BREN
I was getting ready to head to Aspen’s dorm where she assured me was ‘ground zero’ for the insurrection of girls’ night. I asked what that meant, and her reply, “Drinking. Lots of drinking. And getting our outfits approved.”
I was down for whatever the night was going to entail. That was, until Cross came to my bedroom and knocked on the door once.
I looked up. He was standing just inside the doorway, a funny expression pulling at his mouth.
I paused. “What?”
“Um. You might want to come downstairs.”
I’d heard car doors outside, and conversation, but I just assumed the guys were back. Jordan texted saying they wouldn’t get home Friday night after all. So then it was Saturday morning. We were now well past seven in the evening. I was supposed to be at Aspen’s in an hour.
So that
