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She said a wide-eye emoji and then a laughing emoji. "Think whatever you want to. I don't owe you any explanation."
I pressed my lips together and threw the phone down on the bed. Fuck, I was pissed as hell. And there was no way I was letting this night pass without having a conversation with Rosalie. I don't care where it was. I don't care what she has to say or if she wants to ignore me. She owed me some answers. I needed to know what the make-out session had been all about. Why had she asked me to take her virginity when she was freaking in love with some other dude? I needed to get to the bottom of it and fast because I'd never been angrier and more upset in my life. And even though I didn't want to admit it, I could feel the jealousy coursing through my heart.
Chapter23
Rosalie
The sound of Pink came through my laptop speakers, and I sat on the couch staring at my phone. I couldn't believe that Foster had told Oliver about Graham. I smiled slightly to myself. Foster didn't know exactly what had happened in that relationship, so he hadn't given Oliver the exact truth. And that was why Oliver was so salty. He had no idea that Graham meant absolutely nothing to me.
Yes, Graham and I had dated for a couple of months, but the relationship had ended amicably. We hadn't even really fooled around that much. He'd been someone I'd met in one of my history classes, and I thought he was smart, but we didn't really have any chemistry.
However, I'd played up the breakup to my parents to make them feel sorry for me. Initially, the only option they gave me was to move home. It was only when they thought I was so down and depressed about the relationship that they offered the option of moving to New York and living with Foster. I knew I was old enough to make my own way in life, but I wasn't dumb enough to think I could make it without help.
I was privileged enough not to have had to have worked in college or high school. And I realized that I was lucky in that regard. However, I didn't feel well equipped to enter the real world. It was hard not having money coming in every month. It was hard having to figure out how to pay rent and bills and buy food. And I didn't blame my parents for that because they've done the best that they could, but I felt lost. And I didn't want to be lost. I didn't want to have to rely upon anyone else. I certainly didn't want to have to rely upon a man, no matter what I joked about with Foster.
I wanted to go into Foster's room and tell him off for telling Oliver about Graham. But I knew if I did that, he'd ask how I knew. And it wasn't like I could tell him that Oliver had texted me in a bad mood because he was upset that I hadn't told him I had a boyfriend. Not that Graham was my boyfriend.
I let out a deep sigh. I really should tell Foster and Oliver I didn't care that Graham had gone to Germany to study. We had a farewell dinner, and I gave him a big hug right before he left. But I wasn't going to say anything because I wanted Oliver to feel like shit. I wanted him to know that he wasn't the only man out there.
I knew his male ego was wondering why I wanted to sleep with him if I had a man, but let him wonder. Let him think that I was using him. I didn't care.
Foster opened his door and came into the living room. "Rosalie, turn that down."
"What?"
"Your music is way too loud."
"It's fine. Just put some earplugs in if it's bothering you."
"This is my apartment, and I don't think—"
"Oh my gosh. Okay."
I turned the music down a couple of notches.
"So I found a really cool comedy club, and it looks fun."
"Okay." He shrugged. I could tell he didn't care, but I continued.
"There are going to be ten comics. And then at the end, we get to vote for the funniest one. And the funniest one will actually have a spot on Comedy Central."
"Good for them."
"So this is really important that we get there on time and we get good seats and—"
"Rosalie, I don't really care. Just tell us what time."
"Well, I need to know where we're eating first."
"Why don't you choose the restaurant?"
"Okay. Awesome." I beamed at him.
"I think I'm going to call Alice and tell her that you're back. So—"
"No," he said.
"What do you mean, no?"
