Dawson: Oh. Shit. Why?
Me: Because I got your texts and was very upset. I told Riley. Riley called Cam.
Dawson: Fuck. You hate me now, don’t you? I’m so sorry, Keatie, really. I would never do that to you on purpose. Like Cam kept giving me shots and we were playing pool and he was flirting with this one chick. I was giving him shit about just wanting to hook up. I was telling them how amazing a relationship can be. He told me I was a bad wingman and to shut the fuck up. Playing pool is the last thing I remember.
Me: It’s hard to trust someone who gets so drunk they can’t remember what they did or who they may have been with. Because you know eventually they will screw up. Cam told me you didn’t hook up with anyone. That he got you drunk and then put you to bed. But he’s your brother. He would lie for you. So I’m not sure what to think.
Dawson: Thank God. I was sitting here thinking I’d lost you.
Me: Maybe you already have, Dawson. I’m not sure what to believe at this point. You told me you missed your brother. I stupidly assumed you went there to hang out with him. Not just to party. I’m on the train going to shop. You and Cam have fun this weekend.
Dawson: You’re mad.
Me: Tell you what. Tonight, I’ll party. Go to a club. Meet up with a bunch of guys I don’t know. Then I’ll text you about how I’m so drunk. In some guy’s bed. And how I can’t find my shoes. We’ll see how that makes you feel. And if you trust me after.
Dawson: </3
I know I’m kind of being a bitch right now. But I can’t just let him get away with it. He’s a big boy. He could have said no to the shots. So I’m not texting him back for a little while.
Screw him. I’m going to enjoy shopping with my friends.
I text Riley.
Me: Do you really think Camden told me the truth? I was relieved to hear it last night. But now I’m kind of upset again and don’t know what to believe. Dawson texted me. He doesn’t remember and assumes he hooked up with someone based on the texts he sent me. Says the last thing he remembers is Camden “making” him do shots and them playing pool. Please don’t lie for them to protect my feelings. I really like Dawson. You know that I do. But I’d rather know the truth.
Riley: Cam might be a jerk, but he’s not a liar.
Me: It’s his brother.
Riley: Yeah, but you have to understand him. If Dawson got drunk and hooked up, Cam would be proud of him. He might have lied to you, but he wouldn’t have lied to me. He had no reason to. He doesn’t know how close we are.
Me: Just so you know, I love you. I don’t care what happens with your brother, I’ll always love you. And Dallas. Speaking of Dallas. Katie told me she attacked him last night!
Riley: I love you too :) and he fended her off. Barely. LOL. Do you think it’s weird or cool that he’s still a virgin?
Me: It’s kinda cool, really. That he has done a lot but wanted to wait to do it with someone special. Was your first time with someone special?
Riley: Ha. No. Hamptons. Summer before 8th grade. I was drunk. She was horny and, thankfully, much older than me. Our parents were out of town. Cam threw a big party. All I really remember is her long dark hair kept getting in my mouth. And I felt like I was going to puke.
Me: That’s pretty young.
Riley: Yeah, probably. That and my getting kicked out freshman year are part of why they’ve tried to shelter Braxton a little more. Why they won’t let him come to the beach when they aren’t there. He’s trying to talk them into letting him be with us all next summer.
Me: I can’t wait to meet him Homecoming weekend.
Riley: He can’t wait to come here Homecoming weekend. Thinks he’s going to hook up with someone. LOL. He’s a little shit. But funny as hell.
Me: So . . . I shouldn’t be mad at Dawson?
Riley: I’d be mad, but I don’t think you should break up with him.
Me: Okay, thanks.
Riley: You gonna help Ariela find a boner-worthy dress?
Me: You are so bad. You know she’s purposefully making you wait.
Riley: I know. But it’s fun. We had fun last night. Just making out is really fun. I think I tend to skip it because I want to get to the good stuff. But kissing is good stuff. At least it is with her.
Me: You’re getting all mushy.
An Eastbrooke girl.
10:30am
I interrupt the girls’ conversation, which has moved on to what kind of dresses they hope to find. “I got a car and driver for us, so that we wouldn’t have to worry about getting cabs, our luggage, or packages. Do you want to go to the loft now or should we start shopping?”
“Shopping!” everyone yells.
At the first dress shop, I’m helping Annie look for a pretty pink dress for the dance.
“How are you and Ace? You haven’t really said anything.”
“I’m feeling a little guilty myself . . .”
“No! You had sex with him? I thought you were going to wait!”
“Oh, no. I just mean I let him, like . . .” She hems and haws, then kicks her foot into the ground. “I let him put his hand down my pants.”
“Oh, really? And?”
“I really liked it. I think that’s why I feel guilty. He also asked me out.”
“He did?! Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Do you think he only asked me because I let him?”
“Did you do anything else to him? Like more than you’ve done before?”
“No, why?”
“He asked you out because he likes you, not because you let him touch you. I’m so happy for you. Are you happy? I can’t believe you, of all people, haven’t put this on Facebook yet!”
“I know, weird, huh?”
“You can see why sometimes I want to keep things private, can’t you?”
I spot a gorgeous pink dress that is perfect for Annie. It’s got a sleeveless pink lace top, pink ribbon waist, and a flirty pleated skirt.
“Oh, look at this one! You have to try this on!”
“Yeah, I do. I love it. It’s sexy, but not too revealing.”
I flip it around. “But look at the back!” The back has a large triangular-shaped cutout that is sexy, but not blatant.
She hops up and down and claps. “I love that.” She grabs it from my hand and runs to the dressing room.
I follow her back as Maggie walks out in a simple black gown.
“Oh, Maggie, I like that one,” Ariela says.
I look at it critically as she asks, “What do you think, Keatyn?”
“Honestly?”
“Yes, honestly. I want to look amazing.”
“I’d say the top doesn’t fit you properly. It’s too loose. I think you would be constantly pulling it up. And the way it’s gathered here,” I point to her hip, “makes your hips look bigger than they are. It doesn’t flatter your hot body. I also think I’d like to see you in something besides black with your skin tone.”
“How about this one?” Peyton asks, holding out a strapless tiered dress in a deep navy blue.
“I like that one better! Try it on!”
Annie comes out in her pink dress. She’s already twirling and clearly in love with it. “I’m getting this. Do you think I should get this?” She grabs the skirt and twirls again. “I feel beautiful. For the first time in my life, I actually feel beautiful.”
“Then you should definitely get it,” Ariela says, walking out in another dress.