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It was more for Kendra's sake, but Demitri would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy an excuse to spend more time with his friends. Every Friday after school, Kendra, Steve, and Kyle would join them for book club. They each took turns picking the book, but as usual Becca and Demitri were the only two that actually cared. While they had written summaries and detailed notes about the book, the others brought blank paper most the time so they could catch just enough facts to make it seem like they read it.

Zachary was still asleep beside me; his profile was so finely sculpted that it was difficult to look away. Nevertheless, I forced myself to rise, wash, and dress. Just as I was about to leave the room, my eyes happened to catch the small box left unopened the day before. A faint, uneasy curiosity rose within me. I wondered what sort of riding crop Zachary had specially commissioned. To my astonishment, when I carefully opened the little box, I found an exquisitely crafted jeweled hairpin lying within, its gemstones sparkling brilliantly. My heart lurched. I had misunderstood Zachary all along. The box never contained the ill-intentioned riding crop I had imagined.

“What do you mean?” “You’re reading a book,” I scoffed. “What is it about?” She beamed. “Did you think that I never read?” “I’ve never seen you read anything,” I laughed. “Oh please, I do read and guess what? There’s an open book festival of ‘Sincerely, Yours Too’ tomorrow in Manhattan. I was thinking we should go. I’d like to meet the author.” She handed me a pamphlet about the open book festival. I looked at it and just thought that she wrote about things that only women found interesting and it wasn’t going to benefit me to be there. “I will arrange for a driver to take you there, I have a golf session with one of my clients.”

He lets out a frustrated sound and tips his head back, his lips moving dramatically as he silently prays for strength to deal with me. I've seen that look enough to know what it is. "Only the first night of book club is at the store. We take turns rotating every week to people's houses. They took pity on us and let us do it together." He says, showing me his sheet of paper showing what week people signed up for. I have one as well, but I just folded it and shoved it into my book not realizing what it was. "Shit, so what does that even mean?" I ask and Everett shrugs.

I know all of Dr Ambrose's little grunts and noises. Well. Not all of them. I wish. "I went to my book club." Dr Ambrose nods. "Your naughty book club." Ha. "Yep. Shall I tell you about what we're reading?" See, he's not the only one who can toss out a challenge, but sadly he sidesteps mine. "No, I'd rather hear more about the club. Who else attends? Other students?" "Yep. It's mostly girls but there are a few guys too." "And you meet in...?"

I didn’t even like books. Maybe that should’ve been my first clue. But after getting dumped by my ex—over text, mind you—I needed something, anything, to take my mind off it. That’s how I found myself in this dimly lit club, clutching a glossy pamphlet I barely skimmed before showing up. The Book Club: Where Your Desires Come Alive.

He didn't have the jammer on. She nodded. She understood. "Well, I haven't had any luck on my end either. There are hundreds of neighborhoods just on this side of Atlantis. But you're right. Fate will be fate." They ate in silence for a little while. "Dinner is good," he said. "Thank you." "How was book club?" "It was great. We finished our book and will start a new one." "What was the last one about?" "Romance." Tom nodded. "You know," Brooke put her elbow on the table and planted her chin in it. She leaned a little forward, her bosom puckering a bit. "You might like some of the parts in that book."

"Why? You want to start one?" I nodded. "I was thinking of opening a book café." Nyx and Eloise exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter. "Oh, honey," Eloise giggled. "Alpha rank kids don’t care about books." Nyx nodded. "If you really want to make an impact, open something elite. Something that makes people want to be a part of it." "Like what?" I asked, suddenly interested. Eloise smirked. "A luxury boutique. And not just any boutique. Make it exclusive. Have an elite membership club attached to it. The richer and more powerful they are, the more privileges they get."

The point was, they didn’t seem to mind my sporadic, off-the-wall quirkiness, and so they were the best friends I’d ever had. They hadn’t even balked when I announced we were going to start a book club together, and better yet, they hadn’t naysayed me when I’d picked out the first handful of books we’d read. They were completely fine with the fact that I’d chosen only happily-ever-after novels to discuss. So I had decided which day we’d first meet, and then—

Elias pulled out a book and pen from her bag along with her keys, then she handed the bag to Chloe, "I gotta get to the book club now or I'm gonna be late. I'll come to your apartment to get my bag when I'm done," "Alright, see you," "Bye," Elias waved back as she turned around and jogged back into school. They usually held the book club meeting at the art studio, along with a few other students who loved reading, especially Romance novels. The club was composed mostly of girls, with half being nerds like her. Usually, the Club was held for a total of about four hours, but they finished early today, and Elias was walking toward the main college gate alone. It was late afternoon, and the sky