Текст книги "Black Number Four"
Автор книги: Kandi Steiner
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“I hate Valentine’s Day,” my Little says, swinging her legs in the air behind her as we lie stomach-down on my bed. We’ve been watching romantic comedies on Oxygen all day, taking solace in the relaxation we’ve somehow managed to find time for. My one Monday class was cancelled and she joined me after her two morning classes, bottles of wine stuffed in her backpack. We’re not technically supposed to drink in the sorority house, but that’s why they make bedazzled thermoses, right?
“I mean seriously, whose bright idea was it to make a day to single out the already miserably single?”
I roll my eyes. “Oh, stop. Last year, Valentine’s Day was the best day ever to you.”
“Yeah, well,” she says, sitting up and grabbing our half-eaten bowl of popcorn. “That was because I had not one, but two guys fighting for my attention. How is it that Valentine’s Day is in four days and I don’t have a single option?”
“Could it have anything to do with the fact that your major is insanely difficult and you have to study anytime you’re not at a sorority event? I mean really Little, when is the last time you went out? To a frat party? To a bar? Anywhere other than the library?”
She opens her mouth to defend herself, pauses, and tosses a popcorn puff in instead. “Shit,” she muses after a minute. “You’re right.”
“I love when you say that.”
Cassie scowls, tossing a puff at me. “Okay, smarty pants, so what do I do? Valentine’s Day is in four days and I don’t have a date.”
“OH MY FUCKING GOD I’M GOING TO KILL SOMEONE!” Jess barges through the door, throwing her hoodie across the room onto her bed and slinging her purse against the wall. Her hair is mussed up, her cheeks pink – I can’t tell if she looks really pissed off or like she just had a quickie in the hallway.
“What the hell?” Cassie hugs tighter to her bowl of popcorn, as if it’s her child and might be the next victim of Jess’s rage.
Jess paces around the room, her hands twisting in her hair. “Greg. Fucking Greg.”
“What did he do?”
“It’s what he didn’t do,” Jess says, plopping onto her bed and letting herself fall back against the half exposed sheets. Cassie and I exchange confused glances and I shrug.
“Uh, care to divulge, J-Love?” I ask hesitantly, muting the TV.
“I’ve got a really bad case of the Blue Bean, ladies. A major Violet Vulva.”
More blank stares.
Jess leans up a little to peek at us over her boobs. Seeing our lack of response, she sits up and lets out an exaggerated huff. “Blue balls! I have blue balls. Like, fucking bruised, swollen, black and blue balls.”
I chance a glance at my Little and see her tuck her lip between her teeth, fighting back laughter. Trying to do the same, I press my lips together and nod. “Would you like me to rub them for you?”
At that, Cassie loses it and I follow suit, both of us laughing so hard tears spring to our eyes. Jess tosses two pillows and a stuffed shark at us in succession, clocking me on the head with one as Cassie catches the other two.
“Witches!”
I fight to speak through the laughter. “Sorry.” I clear my throat. “Sorry, Jess. Tell us what happened.”
“No, fuck you,” she says, pulling the covers of her bed down and wincing as she crawls under.
“Wait,” Cassie says, setting down the bowl of popcorn. “Does it really hurt?”
“Yes, fuckhead, it really hurts. I’m so worked up I’m pretty sure putting on sweat pants is going to make me orgasm.”
“Well shit, let me at least put on Magic Mike or something,” I say, flipping through the channels. Her last pillow flies across the room and hits the wall by my head.
“I hate you,” she says, but now she’s laughing, too. “What am I going to do? Like seriously, I’m going to kill him. Murder him. Hang him from the Omega Chi Beta roof. ”
“What happened? I don’t understand,” my Little asks.
Jess sighs, sitting up straight. “We were studying in his room, and you know how they’re on probation, right? Well, apparently there’s no visitors after eleven now. So, around ten, he starts fooling around with me. At first I’m not about it because, seriously, only an hour? But he’s persistent and fucking hot as hell so, of course, I give in. So we’re going at it, his hand is working all kinds of magic on me and he’s hard as a fucking rock. We’re just about to take it all the way when in walks Ryan, his fucking roommate.”
“Oh shit,” Cassie says and we both laugh again. I can’t help but flash back to last Sunday with Kip, how his hand was working magic on me. Magic isn’t even the right word – it doesn’t do justice to what he did to me. The way he spoke to me, the way his entire body touched and moved me, not just his hand. He put a spell on me. It wasn’t magic, it was witchcraft.
And I loved every single second of it.
“Well couldn’t he have just told Ryan to take a hike?”
“My point exactly!” Jess says, her hands flying into the air. “That’s what I figured he would do, right? So there I am, skirt up around my hips under his comforter waiting for him to say something. You know what he does? He pulls his pants up and asks Ryan if he’s eaten yet or if he wants to split a frozen pizza.”
“No he didn’t,” I say, my mouth open.
“I can’t make this shit up.” She slides down between the sheets. “So then I’m still sitting there waiting until finally it’s like five minutes ‘til eleven and I have to go. It was so embarrassing, pulling down my damn skirt and letting myself out of his room and the fucking house. And all the while him and Ryan are just buddying it up, talking about the Intramural football game and shit. Ugh!” She punches her pillow just as Ashlei and Erin walk in. “My pussy is so swollen right now I’m pretty sure it’s hanging out the side of my thong.”
“Ew! What the fuck, J-Love?” Erin asks, clearly disturbed. Cassie and I lose our shit, laughing so hard it hurts our sides. Jess joins in and before long we’re completely breathless, trying to stop but failing to every time.
“Apparently we missed something,” Ashlei says, brows quirked.
I shake my head. “You don’t even want to know, Lei.”
Erin sits down in Jess’s desk chair as Ashlei climbs into bed with Jess, stroking her hair as she leans on Ashlei’s shoulder.
“Has Kip asked you to the dance yet?”
Jesus, she couldn’t talk to me about this in private? All the girls stare at me, waiting.
“Uh, no…”
“What about your date last Sunday? He didn’t ask then?”
“That wasn’t a date. I taught him how to paddleboard, that’s all. And no, he didn’t ask. And I haven’t talked to him since.”
“Why not?”
My Little eyes me, apparently picking up on my discomfort. She offers a small smile and I sigh, staring down at my fingernails and picking at the peeling polish. “I don’t know. I may or may not have left his place without saying anything. And then he texted me and I didn’t answer. And then he didn’t show up for class Thursday, so I tried texting him and acting like everything was cool, but he didn’t answer me. I think he’s pissed. I don’t blame him.”
Erin yells, “What the hell?” just as Ashlei asks, “When was this?”
I lift my eyes to meet Erin’s, her chocolate pools scrutinizing me. She thinks I failed. And she might be right. But I couldn’t stay there with him. I let it go too far. The longer he held me, the more comfortable I got in bed with him, the more I realized how fucked I am. I’m supposed to toy with his head, but I can’t stand back far enough to not get hurt. It’s like he’s a hot stove and no matter how many times I burn my hand, I can’t stop the temptation to touch him. So I left. I thought it was the right move, but clearly, I was wrong.
“Last Sunday is when I saw him. I texted him Thursday after class,” I say, turning to Jess.
“Aren’t the A Sigs on their retreat thingy? You know, how they disappear every spring semester with the new pledges?”
I pinch my brows together, chewing on her words. “Holy crap, I didn’t even think of that.” Every year, the A Sigs disappear with their new spring pledges for a little over a week. No one knows where they go – whether it’s the woods, the beach, or just the basement under their house – but almost every brother goes along with every single pledge. They always resurface at the New Member Bonfire as initiated brothers and no one speaks a word about the time they were gone. I’ve always thought it was so bad ass, to have an initiation that secret and that coveted.
“I haven’t seen Adam since last weekend now that I think about it,” my Little says and I nod. Wait, why does my little know what Adam is doing? I give her a questioning look but she avoids my eyes, staring at Erin instead.
“See? I bet he’s not mad at you. He probably disappeared not too long after you left that day.”
I sigh. “Maybe. Ex, I don’t know about this anymore. I feel like he’s going to get too caught up… I’m really starting to learn a lot about him and he’s asking a lot about me. It’s getting serious – and fast.”
“Good,” she says, standing. “That’s exactly what we want, isn’t it? The faster and harder he falls, the more devastated he will be and the more he’ll want what we had back. What we had was simple, true, uncomplicated. After the mess you leave him in, he’ll be begging for that back.”
I wince at her words and my Little grabs my hand under the covers, giving me a reassuring squeeze. Even Jess and Ashlei seem to sense my true feelings and I feel the weight of everyone’s stares hot on my skin.
“Okay,” is all I say, all I can manage to get out.
Erin nods, though her expression softens a little when she studies me closer. She moves to pull me into a quick hug. “I love you, Little Sky. I know this isn’t fun for you, but it’s almost over – and you’re one step closer to following in our KKB family line’s footsteps. When I graduate in December, you’re going to be the next one in that presidential room down the hall. Just remember that.” She smiles before turning and walking out the door, leaving me alone with the Jess, Ashlei, and my Little, all their eyes still trained on me.
“Sky…” Ashlei says, a tone of sympathy in her voice.
“Lei, just don’t.” I wave my hand and lie down, pulling the covers over my face. My Little rips them back down.
“You’re falling for him, aren’t you?”
“Sky, you can’t. You have to disconnect,” Jess adds.
“I know that, okay?! I know. It’s not that easy. There’s more to him than what meets the eye. He’s interested in me, he cares about my dreams and my passion for poker. He makes me feel free, like I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not.”
“We don’t make you feel like you have to pretend, do we?” Ashlei asks, seeming a little hurt.
I sigh. “No, but you know what I mean. He doesn’t care if I’m wearing pearls and a Lily Pulitzer dress or if I’m in a baggy pair of sweat pants with my hair tied up. And he calls me out on my bullshit. I don’t know, I tell myself every single time I’m with him and every minute I’m not that I can’t have him, that I have to take a step back, but it all goes to hell when he smiles. His smile is fucking poison, I swear.”
The girls are quiet for a second, digesting. Finally, Ashlei says, “Well, just try harder. This is already going to be hard for him when it all comes crashing down, I don’t want to see you get caught under the rubble, too.”
I swallow hard, knowing it’s too late for that already, but I just nod. “I know, I will.”
It’s awkwardly quiet now, not even the sound of the TV to distract any of us. I shake my head and smile, faking it as best I can. “The real issue at hand is that we need to get my Little out of this damn house. She needs a date. When is the New Member Bonfire?”
“It’s Thursday, the day before Valentine’s Day.”
“How convenient,” I mumble under my breath. “Well, that’s perfect. Little, get your homework done because we are getting you laid.”
“Yes!” She thrusts her fist into the air triumphantly. “No Violet Vulvas for me!”
“You’re so lucky I’m out of pillows,” Jess says, glaring. We all laugh and I unmute the television, each of us snuggling into the covers as The Backup Plan starts playing again. As much stress as I feel from Erin and the girls to keep my shit in line, I also feel a sense of relief. I’ve spent the last week tearing myself apart thinking Kip was mad at me – and not because of Erin or her stupid plan, but because of my own selfish reasons. Now that I realize he’s probably just at his initiation retreat, I feel my chest loosen, my breaths come easier. I have the girls’ voices telling me to back off my feelings in one ear and my heart screaming loudly to let go in the other. My head is swimming with thoughts and I have no idea how to sort through them.
I sigh, pulling the covers up and over my shoulders. Cassie leans her head on my shoulder and I drop mine onto her head. At the end of the day, there’s nothing to sort through. I can’t have Kip. Period. End of story. I need to repeat it.
I can’t have Kip Jackson.
I can’t have Kip Jackson.
I feel my eyelids grow heavy, Jennifer Lopez’s voice lulling me to sleep.
I can’t have Kip Jackson.
I can’t have Kip Jackson.
Just before I drift off to sleep, the words morph on their own.
I will have Kip Jackson.
After Writing for Television class, I make up a bogus story about Kip having mono as an excuse for his absence last week and today. I tell Dr. O’Neal I can give Kip my notes but that he obviously wasn’t here to turn in his paper and I know he loves this class and that he probably has it done but just can’t bring it in. I’m scrambling, I know I sound like an idiot, but screenwriting is important to Kip and I don’t want his grade getting fucked up over a frat trip.
Dr. O’Neal smiles and shakes his head. “It’s okay, Miss Thorne. Kip turned in his paper via email. And I’m perfectly aware of his… illness. I was a Greek once too, you know.” He winks and I offer a shy smile.
“Thanks, Dr. O. I didn’t know that, actually.”
“I know, I know,” he says, looking down at his eccentric clothes – blue bow tie, bright yellow suspenders – now that I think about it, it is kind of fratty in a way. “I don’t exactly dance to the same drum as most fraternity brothers, but that’s what my frat liked most about me, I think. Sometimes it pays to be different.”
I smile at that last line, thinking that Kip would completely agree with him. He nods once more before gathering the last of his things and leaving the class room. I pull out my phone, debating whether or not to text Kip. I type out a few different options, erasing them all and finally deciding to just shove my phone back in my bag. The New Member Bonfire is tonight and I know the drill – he won’t be allowed to have his phone until the fire is lit.
My stomach is in knots thinking about the fire – what he’ll say to me, what he’ll look like, if he’ll even look at me, if he’ll be different, if he’ll ask me to the dance. That last one is what bothers me most. I want to go to the dance with him, which is what makes it so hard because if nothing has changed, then I know he’ll probably ask me, which is what I want but what I actually don’t want at the same damn time. Because if he asks me, that means I’ll have tomorrow to get my story together on why we can’t be together. I’ll have to end everything for good so he can run into the willing arms of Erin, which I know won’t happen anyway.
Will it?
He says Erin is in his past, but if I ditch him, will that change? Erin makes what they had back then sound so amazing, so maybe he will be tempted to go back to that – to find it again with her.
My head swims and my stomach turns at the thought of watching them be together. That’s the end goal, that’s what I’m supposed to be working for, and yet it literally makes my skin crawl. I don’t know if I could be around them.
Snap out of it, Skyler.
I have to let him go. I have to not care. There isn’t another option in this game, no matter how badly I wish there was.
When I reach my room, Jess and Ashlei are browsing through my closet.
“Oh good, you’re home. Try these on.” Ashlei tosses a handful of hoodies in my direction, some mine and some I’ve never seen before. Everyone in the Greek community goes to the New Member Bonfire. It’s the first time the pledges, now new members, get to wear double stitched letters. Everyone else wears their letters, too – it’s similar to rush but with a completely different feel.
“Are you seriously dressing me up for the bonfire? It’s a bonfire… like, outside, in the dirt.”
“And? You need to look fucking hot, Sky. Try these on so we can see which one flatters you more and then we can pick accessories. And you’re lucky it’s in the dirt. We’ll settle for cute boots, though wedges would look much better.”
“You’re not freezing my toes off to look cute at a New Member Bonfire.”
“I said we’ll settle for boots, grumpy pants,” Jess reiterates. “Did you forget that Kip is going to be there and you haven’t talked to him or seen him in over a week?”
“Oh! Kip is going to be there? Well I’ll be damned. Must have slipped my mind.” I roll my eyes, pulling the first hoodie option over my head. They both shake their head in unison and I move to the next.
“We’re just trying to help,” Ashlei says.
I sigh, showing the next option – a light blue zip up hoodie with bright pink KKB letters.
“Oh, I love that one! Brings out the blue in your eyes and you could show some cleavage. Put that one in the maybe pile.”
“I know you’re just trying to help,” I say, unzipping the hoodie and throwing it to the side. “I appreciate it, I do. I’m just…”
“Nervous? Scared?”
“Yes,” I mumble, my eyes on the ground. “I just really need to push him away tonight while also making him think I’m still completely into him. It’s a mess… I’m a mess.”
“You’ve got this, Sky,” Jess says encouragingly. “Who has the best poker face in the game? Who can bluff their way out of a speeding ticket? Who can play every single boy for a complete fool and leave them begging for more?”
I don’t answer, so Ashlei moves over, grabbing another hoodie option and placing it in my hands. “You, that’s who. I’ve never seen a girl who can play the dating game as well as you do. You get to have the fun you want without all the drama because somehow you keep every guy at just the right distance. Don’t let this kid get under your skin. You’re so close to being done with this stupid game and then you can focus on your tournament in May and more importantly, Spring Break.” We all laugh a little at that and I can’t help but feel inspired by their words.
“You girls are right. I do this all the time, I don’t know why I’m letting him get to me.”
“Just brush him off. Pick out a pair of ripped, tight-as-fuck jeans and a hot sweater and we’ll do your hair and makeup. You’ll look and feel sexy and invincible and before you know it, you’ll be breaking his heart and moving on. End of story, next book.”
I nod, though the thought still makes me feel sick. “Okay, let’s do this. Make me pretty.”
Ashlei shakes her head. “You’re already pretty, we’re just going to make you feel it.”
Jess and Ashlei smile and I pause for a second before pulling them both into a hug. It’s overwhelming sometimes how much they do to help me. I could never put an outfit together without them unless it was jeans and a t-shirt. They don’t have to do this for me, but they do it because they love me. And regardless of us masking it under making me “look hot”, it’s more than that – these girls, my sisters – they know the key to making me feel my best. And when I feel my best, I play my best. And when I play my best, I win.
I need to win tonight.
I have to win tonight.
No more falling, no more letting my guard down – it’s poker face time. Put on a show, leave him begging for more. Bing, bang, boom – done.
The girls finally agree on the blue zip up and the tightest pair of jeans I own. They frame my ass nicely and have small rips down the front, exposing my thighs. It’s still early, so we head downstairs to make lunch, Jess and Ashlei still arguing about whether my hair should be up or down tonight.
“Are you ready for this?” Jess asks as we reach the kitchen.
I nod, feeling the confidence settling inside me again. I don’t want to hurt Kip, but this is the only way. It’s like a band-aid I’ve been peeling at slowly and now I’m finally ready to rip it off and get it over with. Poker face on, walls up – game time.
“I’ve got this.”
