Is Bridgeport big enough for Kae, Robyn, Alex and Jasmine? They're all beautiful, captivating, and a little bit crazy... but there can be only one It Girl.
[ Based on the It Girl series by Cecily Von Ziegesar ]
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Robyn started to stand in line with Teyana and Keke for beer, but she kept getting jostled, and everyone seemed to be stepping on her toes, which were already uncomfortable, crammed into her half-size-too-small patent leather wedges. And after the text from Chris, her mind was elsewhere. She knew she probably shouldn't be alone with him after she'd been drinking, but the truth was, whenever she was with him, she had to fight the urge to throw herself at him. It was like there was something inside her that responded to his frequency or something.
Still, she wasn't ready to come running the second he called. He could certainly wait for her. She had to enjoy the party for a while, didn't she?
Robyn rubbed her hands up and down her arms, trying to warm herself up. She looked up at the gorgeous, navy blue night sky. The few stars that were starting to peek out looked like ice chips. She patted the tiny bulge in the hip pocket of her miniskirt. Before leaving her dorm room, she'd pulled open the drawer of her nightstand in search of a hair clip, and had been confronted by the giant box of condoms that had been sitting there since the start of school. She'd bought it out of wishful thinking, hoping that sex would save her and Chris's relationship. But it hadn't worked out that way—it was only by breaking up that they'd been able to save it. Tonight, though, she had put one in her pocket. Better safe than sorry.
Two seconds after deciding to let Chris sweat it out, the eighth person stepped on Robyn's toes, and she decided maybe it would be a little warmer—and less crowded, certainly—inside the barn. She slowly extricated herself from the beer line and walked around the corner of the barn, pretending to be searching her red leather bag for her cigarettes. The sounds of the movie and the crowd became fainter as she made her way toward the barn door, using the light from her cell phone to make sure she didn't step in any cow shit or on any other disgusting barn-bred things.
She peeked inside the half-closed door and saw a faint light at the back of the barn, some scary-looking shadows projected on the huge walls. She shivered a little, only partly from the cold. Could barns be haunted like old houses? And was Chris really in here, or was she all alone?
"Chris?" she whispered loudly, her voice wavering in the darkness.
"Hey!" At the sound of his voice, Robyn's heart sped up, and when his head popped up over the side of the last stall, she had to catch her breath. She hadn't realized how anxious she was to see him until she'd kind of thought he wasn't there. "Over here." The faint light disappeared and then reappeared as Chris stepped out of the stall and stood at the end of the barn, holding a flashlight.
Robyn walked slowly toward him, her knees wobbling a little as she stepped over the uneven barn floor, half covered with hay. She didn't know why she was so nervous. Maybe because she didn't want him to know she was drunk already. Maybe because she could feel his dark brown eyes watching her every step. She couldn't help but feel completely beautiful under his appreciative eyes—skinny legs, too-short skirt, bulky turtleneck sweater and all. Her cheeks flushed with pleasure as she stopped two feet in front of him.
"You're missing the party," she chided, only because it was the first thing that came to her mind.
Chris smiled at her. "I've seen movies before. And drunks," he added playfully.
Robyn stared at his cheekbones, which, in the glowing light of the lantern, looked even more striking and defined. He wore a paint-splattered flannel shirt that she was dying to rub her face against, with his beat-up tan jeans that had a hole forming in the knee and a splotch of blue paint on the right thigh. He stood the flashlight on its end on the floor of the old horse stall, which didn't smell as horsey as the stables, so thankfully it must not be used anymore. Robyn noticed for the first time that Chris had sort of cozied up the stall. A thick, nest-like bed of hay had been formed, and a heavy wool blanket covered the whole thing. A maroon fleece Bridgeport blanket was balled up in a corner, presumably to lie down under, and a tattered book was lying facedown on the blanket.
"Were you reading?" Robyn teased, trying to hide the fact that she was really moved by the way Chris had set up this space for her—for them. She shivered again, even though it was warmer inside than out. She couldn't even hear the movie anymore.
"Nah." Chris scratched his head, embarrassed. "I was just waiting for you."
Robyn felt her resolve weaken, but not completely disappear. She crossed her arms across her chest and tried not to look straight at him, sort of like trying not to look straight at the sun. It was too painful. But then she noticed the three red roses, lying at the other corner of the blanket, as if waiting for her. "Why three?" she asked, a lump in her throat.
Chris coughed. "I don't know. A dozen seemed . . . too corny." He ran his hand through his unruly curls. "And one just seemed like not enough." His eyes were lowered, and he peered up at Robyn through his thick, dark eyelashes. She pictured him, standing in the stuffy little Rhinecliff florist's shop, debating as to how many roses would be "enough." That was so un-Chris-like.
She melted. Chris. Before he could do anything else, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. His mouth met hers eagerly and she wrapped her fingers around the curls at the nape of his neck.
"Let's lie down," she murmured after a few intense minutes of kissing. They fell onto the wool blanket and Robyn snuggled up against Chris's long, lean body, wishing she weren't wearing her bulky turtleneck. She just couldn't get close enough to him—she wanted their skin to touch.
As if reading her mind, Chris toyed with the bottom of her sweater. "Can this come off?"
In response, Robyn sat up and kissed his neck, then slowly tugged the sweater up and over her shoulders, revealing her sheer pink bra. She felt his breath against her skin.
"Pretty," he whispered, running his lips over her shoulders. His fingers trembled as they traced her collarbone.
"Hey, did your teacher like your painting?" she asked suddenly, sitting up to look at him. She started thinking of the last time she and Chris had kissed. It felt like so long ago when he had told her he loved her. He loved her. Chris Brown loved Robyn Fenty. Her flesh instantly goose-bumped, which she really hoped wasn't a total turnoff. She wanted him to say it again. Things felt different now—right again, or even more right than before they'd broken up.
This was the way it was supposed to be, she thought, for your first time.
"What? Oh." Chris rubbed his hand along her left arm. "Are you cold?" He grabbed the fleece blanket and threw it over them.
Robyn shook off his hand impatiently. "She didn't like it?"
The sides of his mouth curled up into his familiar crooked grin. "She loved it. She wanted to know where I found such a beautiful model."
"Liar!" Robyn put her hands on Chris's shoulders and pushed him down to the blanket. "Your turn." She pulled at the buttons on his flannel shirt impatiently. While just a few minutes ago she'd been thinking about running her face against it, now that wasn't good enough—she wanted to touch his skin, to feel the warmth of his body against hers. He helped her push the buttons through the holes, feeling her urgency.
"Hey." Chris stopped with his shirt and grabbed Robyn's chin gently, staring straight into her eyes. "What are we, uh, doing?"
"Don't make me spell it out." She reached into her hip pocket and pulled out the shiny gold package, slipping it into his hand in one smooth move.
Chris stroked her hair. "Really? You're ready and everything?" She thought she'd never seen him look so happy before. She pulled his shirt off his shoulders and pressed her ear to his chest, where she could hear his heart almost thudding through his skin. She'd never been more ready for anything in her life.
Stay tuned!!! There will be ALOT of drama at this party ;)
