Impulsion (Station 32 #1)(103)

“Don’t judge me,” she said, swiping her finger across the screen to answer it. “Hello?”

I turned back to the window, ignoring her as she spoke to whoever was on the other end. I didn’t even have a phone. Why bother when there was no one to call you? Ella and I would talk whenever I got the chance to use the communal phone in the dorm. Other than that, we always spoke online. My eyes sought Colt again, meeting those silver orbs head on.

“Shit,” I cursed, flying backwards away from the window. I crouched on the floor, frozen, like if I just didn’t move it would make the situation better. Ella had stopped talking, looking at me with a strange face.

“Yeah, I’m still here,” she said into the phone. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll meet you girls there around ten. Oh, and I’ll probably be bringing a friend,” she said with a mischievous smile at me. “No, not a guy. Don’t worry about it. See you there.” Her phone clicked as she hung up.

“Miley Cyrus? Seriously?”

“At least I’m not the one hiding on her bedroom floor. What the hell are you doing?”

I stood up, feeling really stupid. “I think he saw me looking at him.”

Ella laughed loudly, tossing her phone back into her purse. “That’s awesome.”

“Not it’s not!”

“I’m sure he didn’t actually see you. The sun reflects off the windows so you can’t see in. Plus, we’re on the second floor, there’s no way he could see you all the way up here.”

“But he was looking right at me,” I argued.

“Probably just a coincidence.”

I prayed she was right. I watched as she walked back over to the window and looked down.

“They’re both just working on that damn car.” She turned, her face lit up. “Guess who that was on the phone.”

“I give up,” I said, walking over to my vanity to grab a hair tie. I swept my hair up into a messy bun and flopped down across my bed on my stomach so I could still look at her.

“You didn’t even guess.”

I shrugged.

“Fine. You suck. It was Jennifer,” she announced.

“Yay.” I couldn’t make my voice any drier if I tried.

“She just told me that there is a party tonight! And we are totally going!” She jumped up and down, clapping her hands.

“There is no way I’m going to a party tonight.”

“Oh yes you are,” she said in her ‘don’t argue with me’ voice. Walking over to my closet, she instantly started throwing outfits onto the bed beside me. “You’re going because it’s going to be at Colt’s house.” She turned around to give me a smirk. “Operation ‘Make the Bad Boys Notice Us’ is in full effect.”

Colt’s? There was no way I could just show up at his house for a party. I told her this.

“Of course you can, don’t be ridiculous. He has these parties all the time, and anyone can show up. It’s not like an invite only type thing. And plus, you live next door. Why wouldn’t you go?”

There were a million reasons but I doubted she was willing to listen to any of them. She walked over to stand in front of me, hands on her hips again.

“We are going to this party, Olivia Banks, no excuses. This is the summer before our senior year and we’re going to enjoy the hell out of it.”

“Can’t we just go out for ice cream?” I moaned.

“No, no we can’t. Now go take a shower while I pick out an outfit. Then we’re doing your makeup!”

I buried my face in my comforter. She wanted to do my makeup. It was official, I was going to this party and there was no way Ella would let me back out of it. Especially if she was already planning on painting my face. And here I thought I was the artist. Just kill me now.