She shook her head, this time leaning closer to the dildos instead of holding them up to her face. "Nah. I didn't bother wearing any," the blonde hussy cackled, while Zoey and I laughed.

"I was wondering what that stain on the back of your pants was," I said.

"That would explain why those people were pointing and laughing at you a second ago," Zoey chimed in.

"Fuck you both," Nicole hissed, but the smile on her face gave her away.

Zoey leaned into me, but kept her eye on Nikki, completely disregarding the masterpieces on the table. "I've always told you, you could make some extra money..."

Nikki just shrugged like usual when Zoey started mentioning doing porn. For all the shit-talking she does along with the amount of casual sex she's had, Nikki was extremely private and closed off around people she doesn't know. You get to know the bitch first; I think it was her test to see who she lets into her life. Hence, the reason why she only has three friends.

"Miss Star?" a small voice asked from behind.

Zoey spun around slowly on the balls of her feet and a big smile on her face to see a young, Asian guy standing there with his face flushed. "Hi darling," she cooed, going from the Zoey Quinn I knew who talked about her bowel movements like it was every one's business, to Zoey Star.

"Do you mind taking a picture with me?" he asked. I noticed that even the tips of his ears turned red, and I had to smile at the guy. "Please?"

"Of course!" she answered him, in a huskier voice than her natural one.

I really tried my best not to laugh at her because I knew that this was a part of her persona. The real Zoey, the one I've been friends with for years before she got that star tattooed on her hip, had a major crush on Joe Jonas, and farted in front of me on a regular basis.

Oh, the wonders of appearances.

Chapter 6

"I'm going to punch that bitch in the cunt," Nicole attempted to mumble, but her naturally loud voice was anything but subtle. Part of me also knows that she really doesn't give a shit who hears what she says.

Nikki was infamous for messing with people. She made an old woman cry at a Black Friday sale a couple years back. Not to mention the countless other people she's reduced to puddles of piss in the courtroom. Her middle name should have been Ruthless.

Her hazel eyes were locked on a petite Hispanic girl lying across a table signing autographs. Her inky hair was pulled back into pigtails — her trademark — and she was dressed in a slutty Catholic school girl outfit.

"Want me to remind her she's too old to be dressed like that?" I asked my best friend, elbowing her side.

She just smirked, never taking her eyes off the cute girl, reminding me of a pit bull ready to attack. "Do it right before I punch her."

"Don't do it, Nicole!" Zoey squealed, slipping her small body between Nikki's and mine. "You'll get kicked out of here, if you do it."

"It'd be worth it," the sandy-haired bombshell said through gritted teeth.

I was actually a little scared for the girl's safety. If my memory served me correctly, I was pretty sure her name was Maya. The reason why Nicole wanted to rip out her uterus was because the love of her life did some pretty dirty things to Maya a couple months back. I told Nikki not to watch the video, but she did it anyway.

A hole appeared in her wall shortly after watching it, so you could imagine how that went.

I think Nikki had secretly dreamed of being the first recipient of Calum's tongue doing those freaky things and Maya had ruined that dream.

Zoey managed to distract our resident serial killer wannabe by leading her toward a booth with all kinds of books. Well, all kinds of sexual books. The three of us squeezed in together, asses pressed up against hips and stomachs while we browsed the collection on the table.