re I nagged her, the more she closed up. She’d tell me what was bothering her in her own time.
“How is it,” she began, angrily digging the hairbrush against her skull, “that he’s got more dick in his personality than what’s snuggling in his underwear?” Then she blinked. “Actually, that’s not true. Cameron’s—”
“Stop!” I covered my ears. “I really don’t want to hear this!”
She snorted. “Bitch, please. As if you haven’t.”
I met her eyes in the mirror.
Her eyes rounded in disbelief. “Ver?”
I pursed my lips, shook my head. “I’m a virgin,” I confessed.
“What? How…?” She blinked, her jaw dropping. “Virgin…like the Virgin Mary?”
I took a healthy swig of beer. I don’t even like beer.
She whistled. “Damn. That’s good. I’m proud of you. Really, really impressed. But how is it you haven’t boned Lockhart yet?”
“Kar!”
“I mean, how can you resist him? And don’t tell me he hasn’t tried to get you in bed. That guy’s a walking hard-on. Or you just really don’t want to?”
“It’s not like that.”
She paused in applying her mascara, mouth slightly open, eyes directed at me, waiting for me to explain.
“I’m not waiting till after marriage or anything like that, but giving myself to someone… It’s a big deal for me. I want it to mean something. It means…”
Everything, I realized. When I decided to give myself to someone, it would mean everything to me.
“I get that. I really do,” Kara said, her expression grave.
“Besides, Caleb isn’t known for his celibacy,” I reasoned. It bothered me more than it should.
“Has he slept with anyone else since he met you?”
The thought of him sleeping with someone else left a bitter taste in my mouth. “I don’t know,” I replied.
Kara narrowed her eyes, a naughty gleam in them. “It’s frustrating to be in love with someone who’s slept with everyone, isn’t it?” I knew she was talking about Cameron. “Maybe he needs some competition. Hot-guys buffet at the party, my friend.” She winked at me, fluffing her hair. “Let’s go be bad, BFF.”
Chapter Fifteen
Veronica
Kara rang the bell ten times, as if someone could hear her from the other side of the door where the party was in full swing. When that didn’t get a response, she jiggled the doorknob.
“Who locks the door at a house party?” She glared at the still-closed door and started banging with her open palms.
“Uh, Kar, we can just go in the back,” I suggested.
She kept on banging—with her fists this time. “Open up, you motherfuckers, or I’ll—!”
The door suddenly opened, and a tall, muscular guy stepped out. His warm-brown eyes lit up with surprise and pleasure when they spotted Kara. I recognized him right away from the tattoos on his arms. It was the guy from the gym.
He said something to her, but the deafening blast of music coming from inside made it impossible to hear him. Sending her an apologetic look, he stepped forward and closed the door behind him, muffling the noise.
“Hello again,” he said, looking a little flushed.