When I go upstairs, I consider knocking on Brady’s door and asking him what his problem is, but I don’t. If Brady has something to say, then he needs to say it. I’m not going to drag it out of him. That would seem desperate.
I go to my room and dress for my date with Harrison, throwing on shorts with a babydoll tee and my favorite flip-flops.
“You’re not wearing that, are you?” Liv’s on her bed, watching me like a science experiment gone wrong. “Come on, Tor. With a guy like Harrison you need to look sexy.”
I twirl around and walk to the end of her bed. “Don’t start with me, Liv. If Harrison doesn’t like me for who I am, then screw him.”
“Exactly what I’m saying. You’re not going to get to screw him dressed in that.” She gets up from the bed and begins rifling through the clothes in her closet. “Here, wear this.”
She pulls out a flirty sundress from the closet. It’s pale pink, with small flowers and spaghetti straps. It came from Liv’s closet, so I’m surprised it’s knee length. It’s pretty cute and it matches my flops, so I agree.
Liv puts a finger over her lips and looks me up and down. “Now, let me do something with that awful hair.”
God, she’s brutal. It’s not like I haven’t showered or brushed my hair in a week. I back away from her, and shake my head. “I’m just going to put it in a pony.”
“No, you’re not!” she insists. “Sit!”
I buckle under the pressure, and plop myself in a chair in front of her vanity. Liv twists my hair up into a loose bun. She braids a few pieces and wraps them around the outside of the bun, pinning them in place. After pulling a few tendrils from the side, she curls them.
“See? Much better.” She grins sassily.
“It’s cute.” I shrug.
She perks up, and her eyes brighten. “Now, makeup.”
“Nope, I draw the line there.” I stand quickly before Miss Crazy ties me down. If I let her have her way with this one, I’ll end up with smoky eyes looking like I should be on a catwalk, not a casual lunch in P.B.
Her bottom lip pops out, but I refuse to sit back down. “Fine, but you have to wear a little.”
“I will. Jeez, Maybelline, relax!”
She laughs.
After applying a light shade of pink shadow and some mascara to darken my blonde lashes, I glide on a pale pink lip gloss and I’m done.
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nbsp; “Ugh, no liner, Tor?” Liv whines, her eyebrows coming together until they nearly form a single brow.
My head falls back, and I place the back of my hand on my forehead. “Oh, the tragedy, It’s just awful.” I do my best to sound like a southern belle.
Not amused, she scowls and shoves me toward the door. “Get, go. You don’t want to be late, and you still have to put the top up on your Jeep.”
I dig my feet into the floor, and manage to stop her from pushing me out. “Why? It’s beautiful today.”
“Because the wind will mess up your hair, duh!” Liv shakes her head. I know she thinks I’m oblivious to the obvious. I’m not, but my obvious and Liv’s are two very different things.
“You’re seriously outta control,” I tell her before informing her that I have a scarf in the Jeep and my hair will survive.
She sticks her tongue out at me. “I’m sorry. It’s been so long since you’ve had a date. I’m like a mom sending her little girl off to her first prom. Now go! And have fun. Like, too much fun. Wait, do you have protection in your purse?”
I literally growl at her from deep in my throat. “No! I’m not sleeping with him.”
Despite my protest, she stuffs two condoms into my purse. “Always good to be prepared,” she giggles.
I grab my keys off the dresser and sling my purse over my shoulder. I swear if she follows me things will get ugly.
Chapter 14