Pulse (Contemporary new adult/college romance) (Club Grit Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    “Starbucks is great, she’ll be there.”
    “Great, should we go dance more, babe? I can fit in one more song on my break,” asked Skylar, looking me straight in the eyes in a way that to the girls, probably looked like the gaze of a lover, but to me, was a commanding glare.
    I returned the look with a fake smile. “Sure, babe.” I put emphasis on the last word as I tilted my head. I hoped the girls couldn’t tell that I was putting on an act, that although I’d tried to get Skylar before, he wasn’t the kind of guy I wanted anymore. I didn’t want something complex. I didn’t want drama. I didn’t want to have to work for a guy’s attention like this was high school and I was a wallflower again.
    “Great.” Except it wasn’t. He took me onto the floor as a new song came up, a static dubstep beat. I couldn’t hear him over the pounding music so he wrote it in his phone’s note app instead. I was dancing to shield him from the girls who would be watching, judging. Always watching. Always judging. Always there. But that’s what sororities were for, right? So that we’d always be there for each other, through thick and thin, through days of class and nights of clubbing.
    “Give me your number,” said the black letters glowing on a lined yellow background that looked like a kid’s notebook. The cartoony font was so childlike that it made me laugh. I was that drunk. That drunk!
    “Give me yours.” I wrote back by erasing the word number and adding an s.
    “No, I’ll text you.” The music pulsed in the background and so did my heart, but this time, I think it wasn’t because of the pills. It was because in that moment, Skylar had more power over me than most guys ever had in their life. Guys had practically lined up to fuck me at the frat house social mixers, but Skylar was pushing me away. He promised he’d text me, that he’d pull me back in, but how did I know that he wasn’t like me, that he wasn’t a liar?
    This had stopped feeling like an LMFAO song and more like something by The Lonely Island as I just danced there awkwardly, half expecting myself to be in a polyester leisure suit, index fingers pointing to the ceiling and to the floor back and forth.
    “Fine.” I gave him the number. Before I could check to see what his number was through the settings (so sneaky!), he snatched it back and walked away. I went back to the VIP and explained he had to get back to work, so I sat with Kim, who was watching the rest of the ex pledges dance and gyrate, and we did a line of coke on her clipboard. This was my reward for not failing her this time. This was the only thing that I wanted more than Skylar, the only guy I wanted more than the cocaine touching my brain. The white gold filled my nose and burned my lungs until it filled me with a sense of ecstasy even ecstasy itself couldn’t rival. I trusted Kim to know exactly how much to portion out and trusted her to stop me when she thought we had too much too soon. Usually, with the girls, I joked about stuff when we got high, but with Kim, who just smiled, I observed the dance floor.
    The other girls from my pledge class, the freshman and a few sophomores, had all found guys that were cute enough, but none that were really as cute as Skylar. Skylar, the one guy I’d never thought I’d actually end up on a date with. Skylar, the one guy who was sexier than all the others in the club. Someone had to be the hottest. That somehow had to be him. Of course. I felt my thoughts slurring, as I thought about Skylar one moment and about how jealous the others were going to be that I had a cute new boyfriend. I’d be the only girl to get a townie boyfriend in my pledge class, and the only to be having hot sex with a guy that was a solid ten. I’d be the only girl for Skylar. He’d be the only one for me. Skylar. Emma. Maybe our nickname would be Skymma. Or Emmylar. Ha ha. Maybe. Fuck it, fucking fuck fuck it, I was getting stupider by the minute,