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“Oh. I mean yeah—sure. Wouldn’t have missed it. We’re all super happy for you. You really bounced back, huh? And Elodie’s amazing.”
She’s so full of shit. “Just wondering how my family managed to get in touch with you since you got a new number.”
“No, I—” She purses her lips, understanding. “Look, Ollie, you know how it is?—”
“Yeah, I do now.”
“You would have done the same thing.”
“Would I? Would I?”
Granted, I might not be the best person in the world. I’m self-involved and spoiled, and I care what people think of me, but I actually did think I had friends before all this. I thought I had a loving family, too.
One thing I can safely say for a fact is if it had been Becca or Trip in that viral video, I would have answered the fucking phone. For Dom, probably not, but he’s practically a career criminal.
“So, I’m the asshole,” Becca says, annoyed, but no longer attempting to meet my eyes.
“Yeah. You are. Enjoy the party.” I walk away feeling a little better. I could have been a lot crueler, but I pulled my heaviest punches. I have a tour to take.
Drew and Elodie are halfway up the main staircase when I spot them, and I hurry to catch up while also trying to draw minimal attention.
“We could not possibly have walked any slower,” Elodie says.
“Sorry,” I say.
“Ex-girlfriend?” Drew asks.
“Ex-friend.”
“She’s one of them, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“I hope you told her where she could go fuck herself.”
I smile, and he gives me a friendly pat on the back.
Elodie plays tour guide “So…this is upstairs where all the bedrooms are. There are eight. One of them is mine. I’ll let you guess which one.”
Behind door number three is a room with black walls and a canopy bed enclosed by black gauzy curtains. A saltwater aquarium takes up an entire wall, and an elaborate desk with three monitors, several computers, and ring lights line another. There’s a park view, of course, like all the other bedrooms have, and a terrace.
“I assumed there’d be more pottery,” Drew says.
“Oh, I made up all the pottery stuff. I’m actually more into Tek Run. Have you ever played it?”
I snort. “You’re a gamer?”
“Hey,” she snaps at me. “At least I have a hobby.”
“But pottery?” Drew asks. “Where’d that come from?”
“I watch a lot of YouTube videos about it, I guess.”
This is all fascinating and everything, but I’m ready for her to excuse herself. “Okay, well, thanks for the tour, catch up with you downstairs?”
“Twenty minutes, and you owe me one.”
She leaves, and Drew looks at me. “Twenty minutes?”
