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

got his name. On the front, in smaller type, I’d missed it but now I could read it, kind of. Kyle? Sky? No, it was Skylar. His name was Skylar.
    “They’re coming right back, Skylar,” I insisted but I knew that it had taken me too long to do my task. The girls had already left without me, but that’s what I got for fucking up this task. It wasn’t fair. This was the kind of challenge that I couldn’t just flash my Daddy’s girl credit card at and make disappear as fast as I could say “charge it”.
    A bottle service girl in a low cut black dress, patent platform heels, and porn star tits came up. “Her party already left half an hour ago,” she said, in a voice unlike the one I’d heard her use earlier with the table next to us, that squeaky flirty voice replaced by one more serious and free of the lilts I was used to hearing in the club.
    “Maybe you could take me home,” I said to Skylar, but he looked at me in a way I didn’t want any guy to look at me: with disappointment.
    But his answers surprised me. “Yeah. Maybe I can.”
    That’s when I stopped remembering. That’s when I blacked out.

Chapter Two, #FollowFriday:
    I WOKE UP IN MY DORM ROOM AND LOOKED AT THE CLOCK. It was already eleven in the morning. I’d missed breakfast and if I’d had class, I would have been late. How did I get home though? I remember staying behind when everyone went home, and something about a bouncer...
    Samantha was downstairs with Kim when I opened the fridge and went for a yogurt. It tasted terrible in my mouth, even though it was my favorite: Greek yogurt with the strawberry in the bottom. I hated being hungover and had the pounding head to prove it. “Oh, that cute guy you were talking to, the bouncer? He got a cab and took you home but he left. He didn’t even go upstairs. Kim took you to your room but that guy escorted you home.”
    “Did you get his number?” asked Kim. She was dressed in her usual clothes now: black horn rim glasses, a cable knit cardigan light enough for spring, a tank top, and a plaid skirt with black Mary Janes. In one hand was a cup of coffee, in the other, a surprisingly plain looking clipboard: black, with a silver clip, some girls said in hushed whispers that it was custom made by Christian Louboutin himself, as the edges were the same scarlet red as the bottoms of the iconic shoes. Her father was the most famous businessman in all of Korea, renowned for his fashion empire, from small stores that every kawaii-as-fuck ulzaang girl worth their salt wore to exclusive limited batch artisan designer goods that Asian politician's wives bought out in hours upon release.
    I bit my lip as I lied. “Yeah, I’m going to call him this weekend.” Hopefully everything would blow over my Monday if I kept my head down and conveniently caught mono from a member of Beta Rho.
    Becca walked in with a bagel covered in cream cheese and lox as neon coral pink as her dress had been last night. Just the memory of last night made me sick and the smell of fish wasn’t helping either. “No, silly, why don’t we just go to the club tonight? He knows you now, so we can get in the VIP section quicker. We’ll be able to cut the line, past all the plebs and uglies, and get to partying faster.”
    “That’s such a good idea, Becca!” said Samantha.
    “Bitch, like I don’t know?” she giggled as they did that half-effort, easy breezy high five all the older girls did, clasping their hands before it could make a slapping sound. I still wasn’t used to the word bitch being tossed around so lightly but I laughed along with them. “You don’t look your best, though.” Becca gave me the once over as she gave me that oh so judging look I was used to her giving all the other pledges too. “We have to hit the spas. Like, now.”
    Although I’d gotten a nice golden glow in Florida, my tan was fading, so the girls and I hit the tanning salon first. Although I knew a lot of people said it was unhealthy, I