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“I’m out here,” she yells from the balcony and I grab a bottle of water from the fridge before I make my way out there.
There’s a stench in the air, just as I reach her, and my face twists with disgust.
“Please stop pretending to like cigarettes just to look like Carrie Bradshaw,” I admonish her. “It stinks and it’ll kill you.”
I sit down beside her in one of the patio chairs.
“It’s a habit I picked up in high school. Back when I was trying to piss my parents off.” Her logic is something I rarely try to make sense of, and I watch as she sits back, her long hair piled on top of her head. She tucks her bare feet under her thighs as the late afternoon sun shines on her.
“They pay a ridiculous amount of money for this place. I’d say they have enough to be pissed about,” I remind her. We’re sitting on a balcony large enough to fit patio chairs. I don’t evenwantto know how much this is setting them back. “Speaking of, you do have to find a new roommate soon.”
She shrugs and closes her eyes.
“How was your first day?”
“Well,” I start, unsure if I should share anything about last night or the fact that I have some kind of past with my professor. “I met that director you were talking about.”
“You did?” She squeals as she sits up, her eyes now wide open. “Bitch, tell me everything.”
And I want to. I really want to.
But I’ve always been too good at keeping secrets.
“There isn’t much to say,” I start. “I didn’t even realize who he was until he started spouting some shit about not wanting to hear about movie ideas or manuscripts.”
“Yeah.” She scoffs. “I fucking bet.”
Under her watchful gaze as she wiggles in her seat, prodding me for more, I clam up.
“That’s it.” It’s all I can share, not wanting to speak into existence just how fucked I might be if he kicks me out of his class—which is looking more and more like my reality. No way is he going to want to keep me now.
“I heard he likes to fuck students,” she conspires, a brow lifting at my lack of reaction.
Inside, my heart jumps at just how close to the truth her words are. Outside? I’m stone.
“You managed to hear that in a few hours?” I chuckle. “What do you even do in class?”
“Don’t worry about me. Worry about the cobwebs in your puss—”
I open up the water bottle and splash some on her, laughing at the way she yelps and tries to duck out of the way.
We settle back in our chairs and I look out at the skyline, wishing I could stay here forever, knowing it’d be impossible.
“I forgot to tell you,” Miley yelps, interrupting my inner thoughts. “That guy from NYU showed up last night.”
In spite of the weight in my chest and the question of my future, I turn my head to look at her with a grin.
“Bitch, tell me everything.”
