“They have a lot of nerve.”
“You have no idea.”
“Why do I feel like there’s more to that story?”
As Wesley swipes through all the prompts, I try not to look too nervous. There wouldn’t be anything on it that says where it was purchased, right?
“Apparently, they weren’t very discreet.”
Looking up, she says, “I heard about 7 Minutes in Sea Haven.”
Another groan, this one louder. Does everyone in Sea Haven know my business?
“I also heard you got back at him,” she adds while focusing back on the iPad.
Even with her head bowed, I spy her secretive smirk.
I wait for her to ask, but thankfully, she doesn’t.
“Did you hear they hooked up at one of my parties, while I was up here, passed out?”
“Ugh, no. Was that when you guys were still together?”
“Yeah.”
Wesley makes a gagging sound that has me chuckling.
“Kinda makes me glad I never made it to one.” She glances over at me. “No offense.”
“None taken. I didn’t even like the parties.”
“Why did you have them?”
My first response is Guy, it’s Guy’s fault, but that’s not the whole truth.
“To keep the status quo,” I admit.
That’s all anyone around here does—focus on themselves, constantly enhancing, but not for the better, for the façade.
Mine cracked wide open and now I’m finally able to look around, notice what’s around me.
I let a moment pass before asking her, “Do you need any help setting that thing up?”
“No, I think I got it. I still can’t believe they gave out entire iPads for tour.”
Sitting up, I jump into the excuse I came up with earlier, telling her, “I know, right? But we were on the road so much they didn’t want anyone getting bored.”
“You took one even though you already had one?”
Um.
“I felt bad not taking one. They had so much gear, they were begging us to take it all.” That part isn’t a lie at least. I did come home with way more swag than I needed.
“It’s like they’ve never heard of charity.”
“Yeah,” I say with a scoff, then glance at my closet, mentally noting how much of it I could donate.
“Anyway, did you hear about the new transfer we’re getting in?”