Twenty-Nine
Trixie
“God, I’m nervous, are you sure you can’t come?” I asked Starla for the tenth time today.
“Sorry, babe, I have plans with Jude,” my traitorous roommate replied.
“You could both come,” I offered.
“He’s taking me out for a steak dinner. A steak dinner, Trix, I can’t pass that up for a night with drunk frat boys.”
I sighed, thinking how much I’d rather be going to eat a steak dinner than going to Delta myself.
But, I’d promised Wes, so I had to do it…
I fake cried for a few seconds, then peeked through my fingers to see if it helped.
Starla was looking back at me, with a really expression on her face.
“It was worth a shot,” I mumbled.
An hour later I was headed to Delta house … alone.
I’d paired a skater dress with some tights and combat boots, styled my hair in
