All Chapters of Girl Crush: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Who's Mama Betsy?" One of these days, one of these heifers would answer my question."My psychic," Beck said those two words as if she were referring to her hairdresser or nail tech. "Who the hell has a psychic?" Shocked, I didn't know how else to phrase the question, and now my friend appeared offended.Ronnie interrupted before Beck could answer. "Just have an open mind, Gizzy. This is supposed to be fun, not life-defining."The smile returned to Collier's sister's face, and a part of me ached when I stared into the eyes I'd missed so much. The two twins were clearly related. They looked enough alike that no one would doubt their lineage. But their eyes haunted me. I loved the way those same green irises took me in when they were on the face of her sibling. "I've been coming to see Betsy since I was in high school. I met her in a self-help class I took, and she's been a special part of my life ever since.""Was she teaching the class?" I couldn't help but snort at the

When I got home, the quiet evening ate away at me. I tried to clean, but all that did was destroy my nails. I cranked up the stereo to lose myself in music, but every song that played reminded me of him. Finally, I broke down and warmed up leftovers in the microwave. Each bite was worse than the last, and nothing in my fridge appealed to me. I pushed the remains of my meal down the garbage disposal and turned it on. Instead of the drain clearing, water started to back up into the sink. My initial response was panic until whatever was lodged in the blades cleared, but not before it gave me an idea. My mind raced a mile a minute trying to think of things I could shove into the drain to jam the disposal so far beyond my ability to fix it that he'd have to come to my rescue. Food wouldn't work. I tried paper, and it shredded the sheets as easily as it would vegetables. But fabric wasn't quite as forgiving or destructible as perishables. I raced up the stairs to my room in search of a

I warred with conflicting emotions the remainder of the day, and Saturday was no better. Beck had come by to let me know she gave him the last bottle, but he hadn't opened it in front of her and had gotten mad when she insisted on it. I hadn't intended to put her at odds with Collier. Luckily, she wasn't holding his mood against me. I wanted to sit around and whine and worry all day, but it wasn't fair to her, so I let her escape unharmed. Each minute that ticked by seemed like an hour, and I started to believe the universe had slowed its spin just to drag this out a little longer. By the time six o'clock had finally found its way to the face of the clock on my wall, I'd worked myself up into a frenzy of uncertainty. I put on a pair of skinny jeans and a blouse with the shoulders cut out. My belt matched my heels, and I hitched my new purse into the crook of my arm. I wish I felt half as good as I looked, but insecurity had taken root in my gut, and I was a nanosecond away from tossi

The Camaro idled in the circular drive behind his sports car. He hadn't made any move to get out, but he hadn't said anything, either. I put the car in neutral and pulled up the parking break, waiting for him to tell me whatever was on his mind. "I know it's getting late, but do you want to come in?" He motioned with his thumb over his shoulder to the house behind him. "It's been a really long time since I've dated, and honestly, Giselle, I don't know what I'm doing. Beck isn't going to be home tonight so you won't-" "I'd love to." I needed to stop his rambling before he said something that would make me laugh at him. Collier was normally a confident man, and I didn't want him to question anything. I didn't have a clue what we were doing or where this was going. My heart raced like I was fifteen and about to go to second base for the first time. My jingle-jangle rang between my legs, and I desperately wanted him. Maybe that made me easy, I didn't know...nor did I care. The closer

West had been to my house. He'd been in the living room and kitchen, but he hadn't been beyond that. But he settled in like there was no place he'd rather be. I kept thinking he'd get tired of my tiny space and hint at leaving or moving. But as the days turned into weeks, more of his stuff accumulated in my closet, and I found myself giving him more drawers. I loved having him around, but I wasn't gung-ho about cramming my crap into smaller spaces. And I flat out refused to give up my cabinet dedicated to all things OPI."Giselle, there must be two hundred bottles of nail polish in here. You can't possibly use them all." Collier got my obsession...to an extent. We'd apparently reached that point. I wandered into the bathroom and stared at my collection he was moaning about. "I do.""You couldn't use all of these in a year if you painted your nails every other day. And every time I turn around you're bringing home another bottle. Can't we consolidate this? Even a little?""Collier,