Page 62 of Playing to Win
“Yep. And since we’re outnumbered four to two, it’s just best to go with the flow.”
Kyle sighed. He had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
“You have to go with me!”Callie stood in her closet doorway, helplessly staring at her clothes. A pile of clothes almost to her knees was piled on the floor behind her, tossed there in frustration when she decided they simply weren’t good enough to wear to meet Kyle’s parents for the first time.
“What do you mean, we have to go with you?” Aria and Cassie were sitting on Callie’s bed, her coral and cream chevron throw pillows perched behind their backs as they leaned against her turquoise headboard that she had made out of an old door.
“You heard what I said. I’m meeting his parents for the first time. I’m terrified I’ll do something to make them hate me. I have nothing to wear. All the clothes in my closet consist of sweats, plain colored leggings, and oversized t-shirts and sweatshirts! You have to help me! Please!”
Aria and Cassie grinned. “Well, well, well. If I didn’t know better, I would think you wanted to impress his parents because you like him,” Aria said smugly.
“Yes, I like him! I like him a lot! And I’m afraid I’ll royally screw something up, okay? So please, please go with me.”
Cassie took her pillow from behind her back and whacked Aria in the head with it. “Enough! Stop tormenting our friend! Of course we’ll go with you, Cal. Now, we just have to find you something to wear.”
An hour later, Callie looked in the mirror and didn’t even recognize herself. One of her few pair of tight skinny jeans, the ones Kyle actually saw her in at the game the other night, were paired with black patent leather heels, which Callie could actually walk in without tripping over her own two feet. A tight olive green top hugged her curves and dipped low at the chest enough to tease at the fact she had cleavage but not so much that she felt skeevy.
Cassie and Aria had insisted Callie put on some makeup. She had blush on her cheeks, black eyeliner on her eyes which, in addition to the green shirt, accentuated the hazel in her eyes. They had tamed her wild curls, pulling them back in a black satin headband.
Aria whistled. “Damn, Cal, you should get dressed up more often. You are a haw-tay!”
Callie rolled her eyes. “You don’t think I look ridiculous?”
Cassie put her arm around Callie’s shoulders. “You look beautiful, Cal. Kyle won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”
“He better. I don’t want to make a bad impression when meeting his parents for the first time.”
