ELLA’S POV
“You should have seen how jealous Ava looked when I showed her Liam’s text. I could tell she wanted to pounce on me so I quickly got out of there. But not before shooting her a final “I told you so” glance,” I said.
Monica laughed out loud. She couldn’t get enough of my retelling. I was sitting in front of her as she turned the curling iron through my hair. I tried not to fidget as she did her best to “wolfify” me.
After I’d gotten back to the dorms, I’d texted Monica to say that Liam had invited me to the party later that night. Even though Monica was still in the middle of class, she texted me that she was on her way. 10 minutes later, she walked into our room, her shoulders straight.
“We have some serious work to do,” Monica said, a determined look on her face.
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