Broken Beyond Repair

one

"I still don't see what the problem is. He's hot, you're even hotter, put the two of you in a bed for a night and bam! Great sex from what I've heard, plus a little bit of revenge all in one."

I sigh, shaking my head, "The problem is that screwing my ex's friend is way low. I'm not trying to sink to his level."

"Okay, okay. But aren't you at least tempted? He's your cheating asshole of an ex's buddy— go for it! Imagine how pissed off he'd get! You—"

"Imogen. If you pull that 'you only live once' shit on me I'm gonna clobber you!"

We glare at each other for a solid three seconds before bursting into giggles. I shove her shoulder playfully, "Fine, I'll think about it." And I most certainly would; my ex-boyfriend's close friend, Caleb Hart was hot as hell and he made it more than a little obvious that he was interested even when I wasn't single. 

She smirks at me, "Good. You desperately need to get laid, June. Your moody, sex-deprived ass is killing my vibe."

"Sex-deprived? I hooked up with Reid Cullen, like, last week." 

She mock shudders as if the idea of going a week without sex is intolerable, "Yeah, exactly. That's too long, way too long. I got some the day before yesterday."

I smile and gently elbow her ribs, "Not everyone is as sexually empowered as you, Gen. I wish I could be even half  as confident."

She gives me an flat look, "The guys in our school would kill to sleep with you, June. They practically fall to their knees at the sight of you. If you were a cocky ass bitch, I wouldn't blame you one bit."

I dismiss her words, knowing that she's only saying that because she's my best friend. "Whatever. So who was the lucky guy from two nights ago?"

She scoffs, "I didn't get his name. It was some frat junior, but if he ever decides seeks me out a second time, I most likely won't reject him. He gave some good head."

I laugh at how casually she talk about her sexual adventures.

Gen continues to flip through her Vanity Fair magazine while stuffing her face with salted caramel brownies from a batch I whipped up this morning. It's a Saturday afternoon and my best friend Imogen Mason is over at my penthouse, so that we can study for our upcoming final exams together. 

Well... that was the original plan, anyways.

What ended up doing is lounging around in my room, watching movies with ridiculous plots on my Hulu account, filling our stomachs with delicious carbs, and going through the huge pile of fashion magazines I keep just for her. Imogen had a enthusiastic fascination when it came to all things fashion and writing so the free magazines I always got as a perk of being the sole daughter one of the continent's biggest interior designers didn't end up burning in my fireplace for her sake.