Chapter 14
JULIAN POLE
My friends were ransacking my closet like stylists on a caffeine overdose. Even Rico was in on it, which honestly surprised me.
"We can't mess this up," Rico muttered, sounding like a tired project manager.
I was sitting at the edge of my bed, watching them turn my clothes into battlefield casualties.
"Jace will like him no matter what," Luka said, holding up two shirts like he was making life-or-death decisions. "Don't you see the way he looks at him?"
"This is his first date in ages," Rico deadpanned.
They were literally talking about me like I wasn't in the room.
"Everything looks good on me," I said.
Luka shot me a look. "Yeah?"
"I mean… uh—"
"Let's just get you ready," Rico interrupted, tossing me a jacket. "We don't have much time."
After what felt like forever, they finally declared me date-worthy and shoved me toward the door like I was a bride leaving her family behind.
