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“Heya, Bud.”
More laughing.
He clapped.
He was shaking his little hips as if it were the first time he’d learned how to shake those hips.
“Bud.”
That was actually his name.
“What?”
I nodded to the doorhandle. “Let me in.”
“No.” He hit the lock—shit, my hands were full, but why hadn’t I just grabbed for the handle, anyway?—and took off running.
Crap.
I had a bulging backpack on me. Three grocery bags were hanging from one of my arms, the same one I had my coffee in. My other free hand held the whiskey. I knew my priorities. Also, the grocery bags were filled with my clothes, or at least what I had been able to grab in a desperate speed-round of packing.
I went so fast. If there was a speed packing race, I could’ve been a contender.
Not a winner, a contender. After all, I was realistic about my abilities.
The most extraordinary thing about me was my long hair. I had long dark hair.
Jay used to whisper how he liked to twine it in his hands when he—nope. Not going there.
But this was me. Micaela Nadeem, an energist who didn’t use my energist side. Middle of the road. Some might say boring. I played everything safe. No risks in life. Not great at anything, but not bad at anything either.
Even leaving my boyfriend, I half-assed it. I took what I could, and bolted.
And I threw a fork.
I should’ve thrown a knife. At least a knife? Why not go totally lame and toss a spoon instead? Nope. A fork. I was a fork girl. A fork non-energist energist.
My car was full of blankets, what bathroom toiletries I’d been able to grab, and all my schoolwork, because this fork girl still needed to finish two courses before I had a bachelor’s in communications. What I planned to do with that? I hadn’t a clue. See my theme here.
I barely knew what I was going to do past tomorrow, so the future was totally up in the air.
I was not, what someone would call, aplanner.
Who are those people?
They’re a species I’ll never understand.
I tried hitting the doorbell with my elbow.
Nothing. I chafed against the wall instead.
I tried a second time.
Rin—
It cut out.
Great.
