Page 21 of Changing the Game


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Theo:You sure? Blowing off steam could help. And I’m happy to give you something to blow.

Carys:You’ve gotta get better lines, Theo. Seriously. That was just bad.

Theo:Can’t blame a guy for trying. I’m available if you ever change your mind.

Do guys really think a line like that works?

Hey, want a dick to hop on if you’re lonely?

Mine is a decent size and would be happy to oblige.

Theo:Can you rehearse tomorrow night?

Carys:Yeah. That works.

I turn my phone off, annoyed with the world.

Maybe I shouldn’t have taken summer classes.

Maybe going back to Kroydon Hills for a few months instead of weeks would have been good for me. But I know as soon as I’m back there, I’ll fall back into being the youngest. The baby. It doesn’t matter that I’m only two years younger than everyone else because they all treat me like I’m ten years younger. How are you supposed to figure out who you are and what you want when everyone around you thinks you need to be sheltered and protected like a porcelain doll?

Trying to figure out who you want to be sucks.

There. That’s my adult fun fact for the day.

Wednesday afternoon,I hand my professor my economics final, knowing I passed. That’s all that matters. I don’t give a second thought to whether it’s by one point or one hundred points. That requirement has been fulfilled, and I don’t have to take it again. Once I get outside, I grab my phone out of my bag and text Em.

Carys:Hey. I’m done with my test. Let me know when you want to go look at the apartment.

She and I have looked at a few places to live off campus, but none of them have been what we wanted. Thanks to her dad’s overcompensation for always being out of the country, we have a much bigger budget than we anticipated. Apparently, rock stars are more generous with their money than their time. At least, according to Em.

Emerson:Stay where you are. We’re coming to pick you up now.

I look around the parking lot for her Mustang but don’t see it.

Carys:Who’s we?

A horn honks as Jack’s matte-black Dodge Charger comes to a stop next to me. The window rolls down, and Emerson leans across her brother. “Get in, bitch. We’ve got a house to check out.”

“What?” I look from her to Jack skeptically. It’s just supposed to be Em and me today.

The back door opens, and Theo sticks his head out. “Come on, CC. Hop in.”

“Umm... okay. But why are you guys going with us?” Maybe my brain is fried from finals, but I’m so confused.

Once I’m in the car, Jack whips out of the parking lot, and Em turns in her seat to face me. “So... Jack and I were on the phone with Dad this morning, and it turns out his new girlfriend is a producer on that show,Selling SoCal.” Em stops talking, and her wide eyes stare at me, waiting. Expecting a reaction, but I think I’m still confused. At least, I hope I am.

“Okay. So did your dad’s girlfriend find the two of us an apartment to look at?”

Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.

Theo throws his arm over the top of the back seat. “Notjustthe two of you.”

“Emerson,” I clap back, shocked. “My mom is not going to let me live with two guys.”

She shakes her head. “Your brother lives with three guys and two girls. And... one of them is his girlfriend. What’s she going to have to say about you living rent-free in a four-bedroom house with me, my brother, and his best friend?”

“Free? No way. I’ve got to pay rent.” My mom may not be rock-star rich, but we’ve always been more than comfortable. Her grandfather started one of the oldest banks in Kroydon Hills years ago, and Mom has run it for as long as I can remember. Not to mention, Aiden and I both have trust funds our grandparents set up when we were born that Mom’s invested over the years. I can definitely pay my own way.

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