“You know, your singing reminds me of one of my friends. He’s always singing to himself when he’s absorbed in things like cleaning.”
“Hmm,” I murmured, trying not to act interested in such a coincidence because I had a feeling I knew exactly which friend she was referring to. “So, if I’m not allowed to
change, should we go now?” Get this night over with already.
It ended up that I actually really liked Caroline, even though I tried not to so I wouldn’t have to feel so guilty about my deception. But she was just so personable and friendly, and she kept involving me in everything she and Jodi discussed.
Once we made it to the restaurant and were seated, I ordered a piña colada as soon as the waiter approached our table and before he could even ask for drink requests.
What? It’d been way too long since I’d been able to indulge in one.
Jodi laughed, while Caroline just sent me a curious glance. As soon as the waiter was gone again, Jodi asked, “Missing the girl life, huh?”
I nudged her under the table with the tips of my high heels.
But Caroline had already lasered in like a heat-seeking missile. “Girl life?”
I waved a hand and shook my head as if it were no big deal, but Jodi immediately started explaining, “Remy’s the girl I’ve been dressing up as a guy.”
I kicked her again under the table, but she just kept talking. “You know, the project I’m doing my term assignment on?”
When I walloped her again, she whirled to me with a frown. “Why the fuck do you keep kicking me?”
As I glared at her, Caroline laughed. “I think she’s trying to get you to shut up so I won’t figure out who she really is,” she told my roommate.
With a groan, I slunk lower in my chair. “Except you already know,” I concluded. “Right?”
She laughed. “Yep. I figured it out a few days after your first performance at Forbidden when Jodi brought a picture of Sticks to class and explained how she helped transform you to get you into Asher’s band.”
“¡Dios mío, Jodi!” I cried, gaping. “You told an entire classroom full of people about it?”
My roommate winced, realizing she might have messed up. “Well, I...”
“She totally did,” Caroline gleefully informed me.
“Great,” I muttered. “Now, you, your husband, and an entire classroom full of strangers know.”
“Wait,” Caroline demanded. “Oren knows?” just as Jodi whirled to her and squawked, “You’re married?”
I shook my head, confused. “Oren?”
Caroline rolled her eyes. “Well, you didn’t think his real first name was Ten, did you?”
“Uh, well, I guess I never thought about it.”
“How can you be married?” Jodi butted in, gaping at Caroline as if she’d never seen her before.
I rolled my eyes. “Jodi, you know her husband. Hell, you flirted with him and tried to get into his pants at the bar a couple weeks ago.”
“You flirted with my husband?” Caroline gasped, blinking at Jodi. “I mean, not that I blame you, but damn...aren’t you already sleeping with two members in Asher’s band?”
It must’ve been my turn to be utterly flabbergasted. I swung to Jodi. “Two members?”
“Oh yeah,” she said, grinning blithely as if she’d forgotten to mention such a major detail. “I went home with the big, bearded one last weekend after you ditched out on us as soon as the show was over.”
“You...” I shook my head, still not comprehending. Then I screeched, “Heath? You slept with Heath?”
“Yes, and mmm, girl, let me tell you, that one is hung. I mean, like huge. Like the biggest I’ve ever seen, not just had, but seen. I still walk funny because of that night.” She leaned toward me, wiggling her brows, before confidentially confessing, “He really likes it from behind too, and I mean, like way back there, in the—”