Nina
Mason hasn’t stopped calling.He turned up at my apartment late yesterday, but I pretended I wasn’t home. Maybe he knew I was in, but I’m not ready to face him yet, and why should I?
I know I need to talk to him. For a start I need answers, but I worry the moment I see him I will relent.
I’m weak for him, and it’s pathetic.
Lucy and Megan have been with me every evening, not wanting me to be alone, and Scarlet has phoned almost every day.
“Get in, loser. We’re going shopping.”
I spin around on the curb, smiling when I spot them all sitting in Scarlet’s black convertible. “Shopping?” I frown. “You said lunch. And it’s a Monday.”
“Lunch,afteryou work up an appetite shopping. Megs started three hours early this morning to make today happen, now get in and stop moaning.” Luce winks from the passenger seat as I slide into the back. “Besides, we need some killer outfits for our day sesh!”
“Nuh-uh. I am not going out, don’t even say it.”
“Okay,” Lucy agrees, and I frown again, looking to Megan, who is smiling beside me.
“What?”
“Nina, come on,” Megan coos.
“What? I don’t want to go out, I feel crappy.”
“We haven’t been out in weeks. You need a blowout, babe. Monday Mayhem is where it’s at!” She grabs my hand, and I notice Lucy’s smirk.
“Did you all plan this? You knew I’d say no.”
“No!” Scarlet sings, hand on heart. “I suggested Indian at home, but these bitches twisted my arm.”
“Cocktails, girls. We need cocktails.” Lucy grins, turning up the music.
* * *
Admittedly,it’s been a good day. Lucy and Megan haven’t stopped running around me while Scarlet has been trying to lift our moods. I adore them for it.
We sit on the terrace at Pons, eating a sharing platter whilst we sink more cocktails than food.
I can think of a hundred reasons why I shouldn’t be out spending money right now, but I know I need this, time with my girls chatting shit and getting day drunk.
What could go wrong?
* * *
Bouncing through the crowd,I make my way to the bar and order a round of shots. Downing two, I stack the tiny glasses and pay the barman. I lift the other three shots off the bar and dance my way back to the girls.
“Thanks!” Megan shouts over the music, stepping away from the guys she has been dancing with all night.
She eyes the shot I handed her and frowns. “Where’s the rest of it?”
“Sorry.” I wince, swaying on my feet.
“You need water!” Lucy chuckles as she appears at my side, grabbing my hand and pulling me in the direction of the bar.
But I don’t want water.
“I want to dance!” I pull her back and spin her around, but she trips on her heel and crumbles to the floor. “Oops.”
