Match This! (The UnSocial Dater#1) Read Online Free Page B

he was mine!” Cecilia hisses from the doorway. That ones voice is like nails on a chalkboard. Reminds me of my mother. “I have no idea what I even said, I was drunk.”
    I look up and Josie’s face is burning bright red.
    “No need to fight about it,” I grumble as I scoot lower and get out of the bed. “Girl code doesn’t state a crush is off limits. Did you fuck him?”
    “NO!” Both say at the same time, Cecilia in a screech, Josie in shock.
    “Well then, there you have it. I’m gonna shower, then I need to eat. Annenberg hall is calling my name.”
    ****
    Once behind the locked door in the bathroom I strip and look in the mirror. My breasts are covered in hickeys, and there is an ache between my legs. It’s not as awful as I heard others tell of though.
    I did not get laid down on a bed covered in rose petals, there was no soft music, or sweet words being sprinkled over me like the women my mother reads about. It was sex, hell it wasn’t even that, it was fucking.
    I lean into the mirror and try to find guilt, shame, or anguish.
    I find none.
    I was raised to believe marriage came before sex, birth control was against God, and so was abortion.
    I squint my eyes further searching for something, some hint of what I, Katherine Anne Teresa Brun, believed in.
    Still nothing.
    Life...nonsensical.
    When I walk out of the bathroom in my towel the air is thick with tension.
    “So do you like him?” Cecelia asks.
    Josie shrugs and looks away.
    “Well did you guys plan a date? Did he ask you to the fall formal? Did he kiss you?” Each question she asks seems a little more like an accusation than a question and poor Josie looks uncomfortable as hell.
    “Chill,” I say as I walk past them on opposite sides of the couch.
    “I’m just trying to help her out, clearly she hasn’t been around men like Blaine before and he may just be trying to get in her pants.”
    “Yeah, well,” I pause and shake my head. “Whatever.”
    I close the door behind me, as I get dressed.
    ****
    The ‘help’ didn’t stop coming. Cecilia shot questions at her like rapid fire on a damn machine gun.
    My head is pounding and I really am sick of the bullshit, so when I sit down with my tray next to Josie and look across the table Cecilia smiles at me. Before I can say anything she is defending herself.
    “I’m just giving her a pep talk.”
    “Where did you learn to give it, Guantanamo?” I asked rolling my eyes.
    Cecilia rolls her eyes back and is about to say something when Josie interrupts, “Let’s just leave it to fate okay? It may be nothing.”
    The bitch from yesterday walks by and gives Cecilia a fake smile and says hello, she does the same in return.
    As soon as she walked past she leans in towards Josie, “Fate gave Donna that unibrow, you really want to trust fate?”
    “You are such a bitch,” I half laugh.
    “Tell me I’m lying,” she says raising her perfectly shaped eyebrows.

THE QUEEN
    “Same place tonight?” Cecilia pulls the cap off her lipstick and puts it on in the mirror.
    “Sure,” Josie says quickly.
    “I’m gonna hang back,” I say as I start to walk into my room.
    “No!” they both say at the same time.
    I’m not a stupid girl, I know damn well neither of them really want to go out with each other by themselves. They are like oil and water and apparently I am what keeps them separated, yet together.
    “You afraid you’ll run into,” Cecilia pauses, “You never did tell us his name, hell you didn’t even tell us about him at all.”
    “You didn’t ask, and honestly, I’m good with leaving it alone.”
    “Oh hell no,” Cecilia laughs. “Spill it, we want details.”
    “Leave it alone, and I’ll go.”
    Both agree quickly.
    ****
    When we walk into the bar the first person I see is Wentworth. He’s dancing with another girl and the scene reminds me of last night.
    I slip behind Cecilia, in hopes that he doesn’t see me.
    He doesn’t.
    Josie and I make it back to the same