Page 30 of Deck of Scarlets
I wished she would stop the interrogation. “Yes. That very one.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not right now.” Afraid I might blow up in her face, I gave her a warning look before turning back around and facing the wall.
“Okay, well, I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“Great, thanks.”
To be honest, I had been too dramatic about what happened and needed to cool down before I showed up at the freshmen breakfast. Without a second thought, I hit the call button on Nickie’s contact page, aware our last fight wasn’t resolved, and waited through three rings until she picked up.
“Girl! What’s up?”
“I ran into Kal,” I huffed, picking at the fuzz balls on my bedspread.
“And?” she prompted.
“We were caught in the janitor’s closet, wearing only a towel.”
“Are you wearing a towel? Or are both of you wearing a towel?”
She had to be kidding me.
“ME!” My voice boomed through the speaker on her end, making her jump.
“Jesus, girl, it was a joke. Okay, so you got caught with him, big whoop. This isn’t your first rodeo.”
“I know, but this is different. I’m at an institute for higher education, not at some club in a tight-ass dress!”
Nickie began to laugh. “Earth to Remi, it’s been two days there and you’re acting strange. Get a grip, girl.”
Suddenly, Jeremy popped up behind Nickie. “Hey, Rem!”
“Jeremy, tell Remi to take a chill pill,” ordered Nickie.
I slid down to the floor, hugging my knees. For once, I wanted my two best friends to act responsibly and give me decent advice.
“I thought we sold all your mom’s Xanax last summer?” questioned Jeremy.
“Oh, yeah, we did,” Nickie remembered.
I leaned my head back against the door. “You’re both insufferable right now.”
“Hold up, chica. What’s going on? I’m parched for tea. Spill it, Lipton,” demanded Jeremy.
“Oh, Remi was caught in the janitor’s closet at school wearing only a towel with that hottie, Kal,” explained Nickie.
“Shut the fuck up! Did you do the nasty?” Jeremy inquired.
“No!” I exclaimed. Now they’re getting on my fucking nerves.
“Then why are you freaking out?” Jeremy asked.
“Because he expected us to continue after we got caught!” I snapped.
“Who the fuck cares? You said yourself you wanted no strings attached,” reminded Nickie.
Jeremy gave me a funny look. “Are you catching feelings?”