I stroll down the stairs when I see Able. Annie said she was stopping in, but I didn’t know with him. And when my sorority sister said he was with her, I ran to the stairs faster than a whore in church. But now I’m casual as I try to prance down the stairs, hoping he notices me.
“Oh hey.” I smile at her then look at him. “Hi, Able.”
“Sup.” He nods and looks around.
“So, what’s up?” I look at Annie but can’t keep my eyes from him long. He looks so good in that blue shirt. It matches his eyes. God and that stubble. Mmm. I’m not sure why he’s with Annie Kenshaw. But whatever. They’re roommates but no way he’d be into the brainiac.
“Were you at the party last night?” She crosses her arms in front of her and doesn’t' even try to make herself comfortable. She sticks out like a sore thumb in sorority.
“Um. Of course.” I snicker and roll my eyes. “I’m at every party Corben throws. In fact, half the student body wouldn’t be at his parties if it weren’t for me. So yeah. I was there. We took like literally six thousand pics together.”
“Awesome, can I see them?” She holds her hand out like she expects me to hand over my phone.
“’Scuse you?” I chuckle. “What’s wrong with your voice? Are you...deaf? You’re talking like you’re deaf.”
“I’m...” she looks at Able then glares are me. “I’m not deaf. And there’s nothing wrong with my voice.”
“No. You literally sound deaf. Doesn’t she?” I look at Able.
“Uh, no. That’s kind of offensive, Ashley. What’s wrong with you?”
“What? I’m just saying, she doesn’t usually sound like this. Like...a hick or something.”
“Okay, so does she sound deaf or like a hick?” He folds his arms over his chest and I focus on the lines of muscles.
“Both, I guess.” I shrug. “You just kind of sound stupid.”
“Oh my god,” Annie huffs then looks at him. “I’m going to jail for murder.”
“Who’d you kill?” I gasp and look between them. “Hey, do you guys know Steve Fury? He was at the party last night. I heard he killed a guy before. You were talking to him last night so doesn’t surprise me you probably killed someone too.” I scowl at Annie. “But that was when Able was busy.” I move toward him. “Remember.” I grin at him and he looks down at me confused. “You held my beer bong.” I grab my phone and flick to the picture.
He’s holding the bong up, making sure I don’t choke. I even think his body’s kind of turned toward me. A clear sign you’re into someone.
“Look how cute we are together.” I shove it toward his face.
“Uh.” He jerks back and looks at Annie. “Cool.”
“Mind if I take a look? I’m just looking for something.” She snatches the phone out of my hand and Able steps closer to see my phone. That’s so adorable he wants to see what’s on my phone.
“Looks like you got sick last night too.” He softly rubs her hair when she frowns at him and I step closer.
“I got sick last night too.” I pout, nudging him a little.
“Bummer,” he mutters, keeping his eyes on the phone. “Shit.” He points. “Look at all those shot glasses. What the fuck.”
“You guys got into a shot-off with Teddy. He’s notorious for like literally taking nine hundred shots in a night and not dying. You two tried to out-shoot him. That’s when you started puking in the sink.” I cringe at Annie, hoping she feels gross. Even though I puked in the same sink, but she looked ugly when she did it.
“You can’t literally have nine hundred shots and still be alive,” Annie mumbles, swiping through the pictures. She stops on one of her and Able yelling at each other and looks up at me. “What the hell happened here?”
“Oh, play live.” I reach over and hold my thumb on the phone.
“No! Your music sucks!” he yells before the picture snaps.
“He thinks your music sucks and you kept trying to take over the radio. I mean, frankly, he’s not wrong. I like what he listens to.” I smile at him and he looks at me confused. “Like, literally.”
“Of course you do,” Annie mumbles. “And my taste of music is mature. Good. Not annoying.” She rolls her eyes as she starts flipping through the pictures again.
Able starts to laugh and I want to melt at that sound. God, he’s perfect.
“Look. I guess you won. You always do.” His hand grabs her hair and he wraps it around his fingers while they study the picture.
“Oooh, let me see. “I push between them, hoping he pulled her hair, but he backs away and I see the picture of Annie’s stupid grin while she points to the screen on the radio and it says Taylor Swift. “You look cute, Able.” I focus on his smooth smirk. “Do you like Taylor Swift?” I spin to face him but Annie pushes my phone at me.
“I’ve seen enough,” she blurts, grabbing his arm. “Thanks for uh...that.” She heads for the door with Able on her heels.
“Yeah. Sure.” I have no idea what the hell that was all about, but whatever. Able Porter was literally in my sorority.