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be enjoying the party, not criticising my choice in fashion?” I say challengingly.
    Anson rolls his eyes. “Let’s not be silly darlin’. This is more important than some party!”
    He turns back to my wardrobe and continues to fling various clothes on the floor; over-sized t-shirts, baggy sweaters and faded jeans.
    I watch him silently, secretly deciding that it will all go back into my wardrobe when he leaves.
    “Have you left me anything there Gok Wan?” I ask drily.
    Anson smirks. “Yes, just your skinny jeans collection – I’m surprised you have them in the first place.”
    I roll my eyes. “See? I am fashionable after all!”
    “Let’s not get carried away just yet darlin’.” Anson tells me, eyeing me critically.
    I scowl at him as he roots around in the wardrobe again.
    “Aha!” he cries dramatically, pulling out a dressy, low cut vest with an Aztec print. “This is what I’m talking about!”
    I eye the vest unsurely. I vaguely remember buying it, with the intention of wearing a t-shirt under it, but I never did.
    “I can’t wear that!” I protest.
    There is no way that I’m going out half naked!
    Okay, slight exaggeration but I like to be covered up.
    After all, this is my first date and I don’t want to give Nixon the wrong impression.
    Okay, maybe I’m slightly overreacting.
    Oh God, why did I agree to this date in the first place?
    Anson rolls his eyes. “Why not? It’s not like I’m telling you to go out in a bikini top, now am I?”
    “Can’t I wear something over it?” I plead.
    I am so not comfortable with the possibility of showing off my cleavage.
    “No!” Anson declares. “Darlin’, showing a little skin won’t do any harm, trust me.”
    I shake my head in protest. “Anson, you forget that Nixon has already seen the way I dress and he still asked me out – why, I really don’t know – but I don’t think it matters what I wear.”
    Anson furrows his brow. “Nixon?”
    I nod. “Yeah, that’s who I’m going out with. Why?”
    “Nixon Kingsley?” Anson asks quietly.
    “Yeah. Do you know him?” I ask.
    He nods. “Yeah, I went to high school with him. Darlin’, do you realise that your boy Nixon and Priestly had a massive bust up just before school finished?”
    I raise my eyebrows, surprised. “No. Nixon did say that Priestly was an ass to him but he didn’t say why.”
    “ Priestly beat the shit outta him darlin’. Don’t know why – nobody ever found out – but Nixon was in pretty bad shape after it. I think he had broken ribs and everything.” Anson tells me with a frown.
    “Seriously? Wow, poor Nixon.”
    Anson nods. “Yeah, whatever you do darlin’, make sure the two of them don’t meet … ‘cause it won’t be pretty if they do.”
    I nod as Anson hands me the vest and a pair of skinny jeans.
    “Wear these darlin’. They’ll do for now but we’ll have to go shopping some time. Oh and let me know how it goes, okay?”
    We exchange numbers and Anson leaves the room to join the party again.
    I glance at my watch – just after midnight.
    The party is still raging and I stifle a yawn. I’m too tired to fight with Priestly – and after what I just heard – I don’t want to.
    So, after hanging up everything Anson had thrown on the floor, I get ready for bed and cuddle up under the duvet.
    Surprisingly, as the party continues, I fall asleep within minutes.
    I guess two days of sleep deprivation catches up on you sooner or later.

Chapter Five
     
    Priestly
     
    I wake up to Temperance’s music blasting again.
    This time it’s The Black Keys.
    I stifle a groan and glance at my alarm clock – 11am.
    Okay, since it’s not that early – and it’s Friday – I guess I can’t give her shit about it. Besides, for being such a nerd, the girl has great taste in music.
    As Gold on the Ceiling finishes off on a dirty blues guitar riff, I make my way to the kitchen.
    She’s dancing about again, making coffee and toast – only this time she’s