“It hasn’t even been a week, Clint,” Blakely said. “Have some fucking respect.”
I cut across the lawn next to the patio and out to the street in front of the building. My phone said the ride was a minute away.
“No,” Blakely shouted. “I love you. I was ready to move to Nebraska for you. Who the hell is that slut? There was a guy all over her three days ago. She made her roommates sign an NDA, like that isn’t creepy. Clint, what the fuck?”
Clint mumbled something I couldn’t hear. I bit one of my knuckles, staring at the road.
“You know what, no, it’s not okay,” Blakely said.
My ride pulled up. I jumped in that car so fast it was like the sidewalk had turned to lava.
The driver zipped around in a U-turn and I had a glimpse of Clint standing with a hand over his face while Blakely chewed him out. I closed my eyes and put my head back against the seat.
The house was fairly quiet when I got back. Dillan’s car was there but not Kate’s. I let myself in through the front door then wandered into the kitchen to drink water. Faintly, I could hear what sounded like video-game explosions and music coming from downstairs.
The Clint situation was like a bag of bricks on my chest, dragging me down. He was so familiar and comfortable to be with, almost as good as being home. I went into my bedroom and changed into soft pajamas, put on my robe, and cleaned my face. Then I made myself a cup of tea in the kitchen and took it to the new couch in the family room to drink while I flipped through a magazine.
A text alert popped up on my phone.
Amber: I’m on my way home. He asked for my number and we kissed.
Sally: Score.
Amber: Do you think he’ll call me?
Sally: Hang on while I grab my fortune telling ball…It says the forecast is cloudy.
Amber: He’s hot.
Sally: Don’t forget he’s a baller. Clint admitted they were both hiding from ex-girlfriends.
Amber: Ugh. Are you trying to ruin my buzz?
Sally: Hey I’m working on BF status here. Just doing my job, ma’am.
Amber: Fine. I can’t believe you went home at nine.
Sally: It’s Wednesday. I’ll push it to ten on a weekend.
Amber: Clint disappeared too. Wait, is he with you?
Sally: His ex showed up and caught us kissing in front of that club. She took pics then yelled at him. I ran away.
Amber: Oh crap. What are you going to do?
Sally: I don’t know. Nothing.
Amber: Shoot. Sorry. You okay?
Sally: Yeah.
Amber: You’re tough.
Sally: What doesn’t kill you…
Amber: I hope Marcus did a better job breaking things off.
Sally: Clint couldn’t have done a worse job.