Page 36 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares (The Society #1)

“Do you want the honest answer?”

“Of course.” Why did people ask that question? Did they think I was going to say No, lie to me ?

“Well, I think he was jealous that you were talking to Kash.”

“Pfft,” I snorted. “Why on earth would Issac be jealous?”

That was so laughable that it wasn’t funny. At least that’s what I thought until Rachel gave me this look, like I was missing something.

I furrowed my brow at her expression. “What?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No.” Kidding was another term for joking, and I would know if I were joking. Then again, I thought she was joking about the jealousy thing, which apparently she wasn’t. So, maybe I didn’t know what kidding meant at all.

“Wow, you really are clueless.”

“Hey.” I resented that.

“Georgia,” Rachel reached out and grabbed my hand, before looking me directly in the eyes and saying, “Issac wants to fuck you.”

Okay, now she was definitely kidding. “No, he doesn’t.”

“Oh, please,” she rolled her eyes. “You blew on Issac’s arm, and he ran away.”

“Yeah, but that was because…”

Come to think of it, he did jump up rather quickly. That wasn’t necessarily unusual. There were reasons someone might act that way. For instance, maybe Issac didn’t like to be touched. Not to mention…

“Issac hates me.”

“And?”

What did she mean by ‘And?’ “People don’t have sex with people they don’t like.”

“Okay, first off, don’t ever call it sex again…” Rachel waved her finger at me. “And Issac might hate you, but his dick doesn’t. Every time you’re around, he gets hard.”

I grimaced. “Do you have to be so graphic? And you couldn’t possibly know that.”

“Yes, I could. I have eyes.”

Wait… “You look at his crotch?”

“Um, yeah,” she sang like this was a normal thing. “Some guys give off big dick energy, but don’t measure up. The bulge never lies.”

I didn’t know what to say. Did all girls do this? Women were catty and judgmental, but were they really walking around looking at men’s groins and judging them based on their bulge? Should I be doing it, too? I had no plans to have sex anytime soon, but eventually I would, and size did matter.

After all, I wouldn’t want something too big pushing inside me. But still, looking at their area seemed like a weird thing to do. Like a violation of sorts.

“Hold still.” I was so caught up in my thoughts that I almost didn’t notice Rachel bringing those scissor things to my eye.

I ducked and slapped her hand away. “Get those away from me.”

“Oh, calm down,” she said. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just curling your eyelashes.”

With those things? No way. I had already stuck my finger in my eyes to put in contacts, which I only had for lab work, and that was only because contacts were cheaper than prescription safety glasses. Nothing else was going near my eyes.

“Keep that torture device away from me.” I was perfectly happy with my straight eyelashes.

“Oh my god, you’re such a drama queen,”

I was not a drama queen, but I was happy when she dropped the eyelash torture device into her purse.

“Well, come on.” Rachel stood and waved at me to follow. “Let’s go party.”

While I was ecstatic to be done with my unwanted makeover, I was dreading this party. Not only did I have no clue about what to expect or proper party etiquette, but I also did not want to be around that many people.

The last party I attended was for a girl named Lacy’s birthday, which my stepdad took me to. The cake was horrible, the bouncy house deflated, and the sweet odor in the basement clung to me for months. To this day, sour apple lollipops made me nauseous.

Sighing, I got up and shuffled out the bedroom door. When I passed by the mirror in the hall, I froze.

The girl staring back at me looked like… a girl. The glimmering sheen on my eyelids made my eyes look bigger. The same sheen swept up my cheeks, highlighting the light blush underneath, and my lips somehow looked fuller than they were. I looked good, and I didn’t like it.

“I can’t go out like this.” I shook my head. “This is too much, I need to?—”

“Nope,” Rachel grabbed my hand.

“Okay, but…” I looked back at the comfort of my house as she pulled me out the door. “I should at least…”

“No, you shouldn’t,” she cut me off.

“You don’t know what I was going to say.”

“You were going to wash your face.”

Well, pin a rose on her nose.

The thought of anyone seeing me like this terrified me. “What if I’m allergic?”

“You’re not.”

“But I might be.”

“But you’re not. Now come on.” She looped her arm in mine. “You are going to have fun for once in your life.”

“I have fun.” Baking cookies and watching documentaries was fun.

“Spending time in the library is not fun.”

Says her.

“You need to learn to relax and let go.”

I was trying, but she had a tight grip on my arm. “Taking me to a house full of people is not going to make me relax.”

The thought of all those eyes watching me had my heart thumping against my ribs, and that was before we walked up to the house with music blaring out from the windows. The Greek letters above the door made my heart stop altogether.

Alpha, Lambda, Theta.