Callie Reeves is a perfectionist. She has control over everything from her friends to her grades, the cheerleading squad she captains and anyone inbetween - even when it comes to dating.
After creating a list of rules to keep her no-strings attache...
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"You look like shit," Vincent greets, extending a large styrofoam cup with my name scribbled on the side. "I heard about you getting drunk and I wasn't sure whether I believed it or not."
I greedily drink coffee - even if it's my third in three hours - and feel soothed by the bitter taste. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the same time my toes curl, a good indication that the coffee is delicious. I hum around the mouthpiece, registering Vincent's words.
"What do you mean you heard about it?"
He steps back when I move closer, putting in my combination so I can get my things out. "Some junior spread around you were so drunk that you tried to start an orgy . . . I knew that wasn't true and so did most people, but she sold the intoxicated part that some people thought you had alcohol poisoning."
"You know you're just as bad as a gossip than everyone else."
"I prefer being in the know. I don't like surprises," He shrugs, scanning me head to toe. "You know you're not exactly screaming sober right now. "
"Whenever I drink more than I should I'm extremely exhausted for a few days," I explain, stacking my textbooks in my arms. "I'm tired, it's morning, a Monday and some little bitch thinks it's okay to spread lies. Excuse me for not looking ready for the catwalk."
I purposely slam my locker shut, walking away and rolling my eyes internally when Vincent catches up. "You aren't a morning person, are you?"
"No. I'm not and you're getting on my nerves so silence would be good, " I stop at the intersection, tapping my nails against the spines of my books. "Do you know who's spreading the lies around?"
"Juliette Morris."
I narrow my eyes at him when he grins. "What is that look for?"
"Well you're not in a particularly good mood and I'd hate to be her . . . see you in Chemistry?"
Nodding stiffly I separated from him to head to the pool. Sunday I was sent an email from Coach asking me to arrange the team to be at the pool by eight-thirty. I explained I'd arrange that but I'd be a few minutes late from tutoring.
She was fine with my reason but nobody else would be tolerated for being late. Downing a substantial amount of coffee in the cup, I fish my phone from my jeans to get the front camera.
I shamelessly hold it in front of me while walking and frown when I realize I do look pretty hellish. My eyes are dull - a telltale sign of exhaustion - plus my face is bare from any makeup. I look pale and horrible which doesn't sit well with me.
Checking the time in the top right corner I quicken my pace so I can make a detour. The hallways are barely alive with people, those present are sluggish and zombie-like as typical Mondays go. Most stay outside as opposed to coming into the building.
