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The Fling (Playboy Pact #2)(4)
Author: M. Robinson

 I turned around, gazing at my butt cheeks that were slightly peeking out of the bottom of the shorts. “He won’t have to try hard.”

 She chuckled, shaking her head at me through the mirror. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”

 Aspyn was a varsity cheerleader, and she was one of the most popular girls at our school in Tullahoma, Tennessee. Not to mention, my best friend was freaking stunning. She never let it get to her head, always staying kind and humble. Guys just gravitated toward her. It didn’t matter what school they attended, she had boys from the next town over driving here to take her on a date.

 Sometimes these parties had a mix of a couple of different schools crashing each other’s shindigs. These towns were small, so we had to find something to do. If it wasn’t the woods, then it was someone’s house.

 We decided to leave my natural dirty blonde hair down, adding soft curls at the ends to give it more volume and texture. I’m pretty sure she sprayed half the bottle of my cotton candy body mist all over me, covering me from head to toe in Memphis’ favorite scent.

 Next was my makeup. Aspyn packed on my cherry lip gloss and smoked out my green eyes a bit too. I wasn’t much for makeup; however, given the reason why we were going, I thought I might as well go all out. I hadn’t talked to Memphis since he'd broken up with me two weeks ago. I’d been avoiding him at school, and since he was a senior and I was a sophomore, our paths didn’t cross much.

 She finished my eyes, adding black mascara to my light lashes. I swear when I looked in the mirror I didn’t recognize myself.

 Inspecting her handy work, Aspyn stated, “Dude, if I batted for our team, I’d totally be into you.”

 I laughed, and she winked at me through the mirror.

 “Now, I need to find my outfit.”

 “You could wear a garbage bag, and guys would still think you’re the hottest girl at the party.”

 “That’s a severe exaggeration, but I’ll take it.”

 “Aspyn, seriously. You know it’s the truth.”

 “How many times do I have to tell you that it’s not what I look like, but it’s the confidence I carry? You just have to own it. That’s why guys like me, Sage.”

 I nodded; it was true. “I need you to teach me your ways.”

 “But the shy thing you have got going works really well for you. Why fix it if it’s not broken?”

 “Because tonight, I want to be you. I don’t want to be shy Sage. I want to be confident Aspyn. I want Memphis to regret breaking up with me, and I want him to say it to my face.”

 “That’s asking for a lot, Sage. Memphis is a player. He won’t say that to you.”

 “He was a player before me.”

 She shrugged. “Once a player, always a player. I want you to get back at him tonight. Not try to get back together with him. Is that what you’re trying to accomplish?”

 “I don’t know. I can’t help the way I feel. I love him.”

 She shook her head. “This is why I stay single, and I never want to get in a relationship. I don’t care how cute the guy is.”

 Aspyn’s dad cheated on her mom when she was twelve. She was actually the one who caught them, and she was also the one who told her mother. She never recovered from it.

 She spent the next twenty minutes giving me a play-by-play on how to act sexy and confident.

 “Okay!” she exclaimed. “We’re going to need a filler.”

 “What’s a filler?”

 “A fill in.”

 I stared at her, still not understanding.

 “We need to find you a dude. Just someone you can flirt with to make Memphis jealous.”

 “Ohhhhh … smart.”

 “I know, I’m a genius. Plus, you can practice the moves I just taught you on him. It will be good to give you a run-through.”

 “Right.” I nodded, trying to act all confident when I was internally freaking out.

 Me? Be sexy? Sure…

 I pouted my lips and narrowed my eyes at her, trying to look at her the way she'd just taught me.

 “Jesus, are you having a seizure?”

 “No, I’m mimicking the expression you showed me.”

 “Sage, you look like you’re holding in a fart.”

 I laughed, finding immature humor funny. Probably because I had an older brother who was as immature as they come. While Aspyn got dressed and ready, I practiced my sexy, confident face in the mirror and the poses she'd taught me. It wasn’t long before we were in her car, driving toward the party. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. I was sweating buckets, and I was grateful I’d put on extra deodorant. After I changed my clothes back into the skimpier outfit, I realized time was moving at a rapid pace, and we were almost to the party.

 “Do I say something to him when I see him?”

 “Absolutely not. You need to completely ignore him.”

 “Ummm … I don’t know if I can do that.”

 “Don’t you worry your pretty little head I will find you the hottest guy to flirt with, and you won’t even be thinking about Memphis.”

 “Aspyn—”

 She slammed on the brakes, causing my body to jolt forward. Seconds later, I heard a male voice holler, “This is why chicks shouldn’t drive!”

 

 

—Ashton—

 


 The last word barely left my mouth before a five-foot-nothing tiny girl shot out of the driver’s seat of her car.

 “Excuse me?!” she bit, reminding me of a chihuahua. All bark and no bite.

 “Oh shit,” I overheard her friend mutter from the passenger seat, rushing out behind her friend.

 The first thing I noticed was how pretty she was, hurrying out of the car to help her friend.

 “I can drive perfectly fine!” the girl in front of me snapped, bringing my attention back to her. “It’s when guys with douchebag haircuts walk in front of me that it gets a little difficult.”

 “Maybe if you’d learn to watch where you’re driving instead of checking yourself out in the rearview mirror, you wouldn’t almost hit me.”

 “You sexist asshole!”

 “Oh, we’re not sexist,” Sawyer chimed in. “We love girls. Just not when they try to kill us.”

 Her eyes shifted to Sawyer. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember asking you for your input.”

 “You didn’t.” Sawyer grinned, winking at her. “I gave it to you anyway.”

 She jerked back, not appreciating his response.

 “And if we are being technical, you have to yield to pedestrians, as you can see.” He gestured to the crosswalk.

 See … fucking smart.

 “And what are you? The crossing monitor of your group?”

 “I prefer traffic coordinator.”

 I scoffed out a chuckle, hearing Sawyer’s reply to the chick who had her panties in a bunch. “Is no one going to make sure I’m alive? I’m the one who was almost taken out Fast and Furious style.”

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