Cameron Cole has a plan.
After yet another relationship ends because of certain shortcomings-literally-Cameron decides it's time to swear off dating and focus her energy into her junior year at the University of Charlotte. There's an internship up...
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My bedroom looked like a tornado had ripped through Sephora and dumped half the inventory onto my vanity.
Makeup brushes, palettes, and compacts were scattered across every surface, and somehow, a hot pink feather boa had made its way onto my bedpost—courtesy of Jude, naturally.
"I'm just saying," Jude said, dabbing something suspiciously glittery onto my cheekbone, "if this isn't the night you send him into cardiac arrest with that iron-grip pussy, then I've failed as a friend."
"Why would you have failed?" I ask with a frown.
Jude doesn't answer and instead comes at me with the mascara wand.
"Blink and you die." Jude tells me as I look up at the ceiling, letting him apply the mascara to my lashes.
Scarlett, lounging on my bed and scrolling through her phone, snorted. "You're terrifying her."
"Good," Jude said, leaning in closer. "The stakes have never been higher. If she doesn't look so good that Wes starts crying at dinner, what are we even doing here?"
"I doubt he's going to cry," I muttered, trying not to move as he dragged the wand across my lashes.
"Well, he should," Jude said, stepping back to admire his work. "And if he doesn't, then I'm calling the cops on his ass."
The second I asked Jude to come over to do my make-up, he was already half-way through inviting everyone else over too.
On the other side of the room, Kiki and Yasmine were stretched out together in the armchair by the window, Yasmine's legs draped over Kiki's lap.
They were both watching me with matching grins, like they were witnessing a masterpiece being unveiled.
"Cam, you look amazing," Yasmine said, her voice soft but full of admiration.
"It's actually fucking unfair how gorgeous you are and straight." Kiki added, brushing a hand through her burgundy hair as she sat up a little straighter. "The amount of lesbian friends we could introduce you to and they'd worship you at your feet."
Jude shakes his head, "Not the lesbians."
"She's not wrong, though," Tasha chimed in from the edge of my bed, her curls bouncing as she leaned forward to get a better look. "You're glowing."
"For sure," Liam added from the floor, where he was cross-legged on and grins up at his girlfriend, "Jude's doing my make up date for our next date."
Tasha smiles down at him, "Oh really?"
"Only the best for you, baby." Liam leans his head on her lap.
I laughed, my cheeks heating as I smoothed my hands over my dress. "Okay, can we all calm down? You're making me nervous."
"You should be nervous," Scarlett said from her perch on the bed, finally looking up from her phone. "For Wes though—the mans is going to cum in his pants."
