I nod at Kelsey for her to continue trilling nonsense. Her mouth trembles ever so faintly as annoyance turns to anger. "Then Sheila said she would finish the essay. We all show up on Tuesday, no conclusion paragraph and Derek blames me! Just because she's got t**s out to here." She makes a vulgar gesture at her chest.
"We can't all have your perky little boobs." I remind the bombshell next to me. Her eyes jump in the mirror following my own gesture. Kelsey knocks her knee against mine. Mood noticeably alleviated. Sweet talking easily her biggest weakness.
"Like your jealous."
"Are you kidding?" I move to stand behind her, pulling her top to cover more of her stomach. Leftovers of a Catholic childhood. She's dressed as an angel and if weren't for the sultry eye make up, she pulls it off.
