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There'ssomething about being at work that helps me. I never thought it would. After all, Davi always said that working was for paycheck people, and we were trust fund people. But I honestly don't mind it. When I get into my element, it distracts me. All the worries that I constantly stress over are gone. It's just me and the drink I'm making.
"Does she seem different to you?" Kennedy asks Amelia.
They both watch me, and Amelia hums. "Less neurotic?"
I chuckle and shake my head as I pour a customer a beer. "I hate you both."
"You don't," Kennedy says sweetly.
Handing the customer his beer, I make my way over to them. They eye me up curiously, but even though they’re quiet, I can practically hear all the questions running through their minds.
"Okay, spit it out," I tell them.
Amelia snickers and looks away, while Kennedy keeps staring at me. It's like she's trying to get a read on something but isn't sure exactly how. I don't give enough for her to go off of. It's an intentional move and one that is probably driving her crazy.
"Did you get laid?" she asks.
"What?" I balk. "No. What the hell?"
She's completely unfazed, as if it's totally normal to just randomly ask someone if they had sex lately. "I don't know. You're acting weird."
"How am I acting weird?"
"You're smiling."
I snort. "So clearly that means I had sex."
Amelia turns to Kennedy and shrugs. "She has a point."
"Oh, did she not tell you?" Kennedy questions. "She's been staying with Carter."
I watch as Amelia's jaw drops and then a smile stretches across her face. I shoot Kennedy a look that silently tells her to fuck herself for sharing that lovely bit of information.
"Okay, only because my roommate is a total psycho, and Noah is away for a few weeks," I reason.
Neither one of them look like they believe a single word I say.
"You can come stay with me," Amelia offers.
Fuck.
The invitation is one I should take her up on. There's no doubt about that. But I'd be lying if I said that I haven't been enjoying spending every day with Carter. It's fucked up. I know. And I'm going to hell for sure. But I can't help it.
My mouth opens and closes as I rack my brain for a reasonable excuse. "It's too far from my classes."
Amelia laughs while Kennedy smirks at me. "Does your brain hurt from thinking that up?"
I roll my eyes playfully and head for the back room. "I'm going to get more glasses."
"Mm-hm," she says. "You're definitely fucking."
"We are not," I call back.
Getting a minute to myself, I take a deep breath. Here I was worried about Carter telling people about us, and I'm being read like an open book. If I'm the one who lets this slip, I will never hear the end of it.
As I stack two cases of glasses on top of each other, my phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket and realize I don't recognize the number but answer it anyway. Holding it between my head and my shoulder, I lift the glasses and head back out toward the bar.
"Hello?"
