16

"Hey, Nicole!" Celia greeted as she leaned against the locker beside Nicole's while Nicole got her things out.

"Hey Lia," Nicole smiled.

"I heard about your little Elvis performance on Friday night," Celia smirked. "Oh, and about your beer pong skills."

Nicole cringed. "That wasn't me. It was drunken me."

Celia chuckled.

"Oh, Asher told me about how Emma pushed you into the pool and then denied it too, man she's so low." Celia sighed.

"Yeah, but it's whatever," Nicole shrugged as she looked down to see that she was wearing Asher's sweatshirt causing her cheeks to tinge pink.

Celia raised an eyebrow as she noticed Nicole blushing and then the sweatshirt. "Is that- oh my god!" She squealed.

"What?" Nicole mustered.

"That's Asher's!" She grinned as she pointed to the sweatshirt.

Nicole groaned as she slid the sweatshirt off leaving her in her tight black v-neck she word underneath. "I was only wearing it so I could return it to him," she rolled her eyes.

Celia scoffed. "Yet you couldn't