“Right,” I remember. “You were as blind as a fucking rock when I told you. Well, I’ll tell you again. I’m working to get my shit together. No more hook-ups, dude. You had me all freaked out the other morning about Viv at thirty years old, remember?”
Scott starts laughing. “Shit, I was blind like a rock that morning.”
“Why’re you calling me?” I ask, needing to get him the hell off the phone, so I can make sure Cecily is okay. I notice she pulls out her phone and starts texting someone.
Scott says, “Because we’re having a team dinner tonight. Wanna pregame?”
I huff out of frustration. “No, man. I’m not getting shit faced so that Evans can bite my head off.”
“Suit yourself,” he says. “And I need your fucking history binder. Where is it? I looked all over your room.”
“You fuck,” I shake my head. “It’s in my backseat. I’ll give it to you once I get home.”
“Okay.”
He ends the call without saying bye, and the truck is filled with silence.
“You okay?” I ask Cecily, turning to her.
She bites her bottom lip. “Yeah, your friend is funny. Your nickname is dildo?”
I attempt to speak, but only a hum comes out. I close my eyes and shake my head. “Dyl. Dill. Dil-do. Yeah. Scott is something else. He’s my roommate. He goes through my shit, eats all the food, and as you can tell, he’s obnoxious as hell.”
She smiles. “Dish his shit right back to him.”
I look forward. “Don’t ever take anything he says seriously. That’s the key.”
She leans her head on the headrest and whispers, “I almost killed you.”
I nod in agreement. “You could have, but you didn’t. I’m still here.”
“I would go to jail.” Then her phone starts vibrating, and she laughs. “I need to answer this.”
She answers, putting her friend on speaker phone.
“Ce, what the hell! You hung up on me in the middle of me trying to tell you something important, and then you ignored my call five times.”
“Sorry. I almost hit this guy in the parking lot. I reversed and heard a loud bang, so yeah, I hung up on you.”
“Oh, shit!” Her friend shouts. “Did you hit him?”
She inhales. “No. He’s okay. I’m just a little shaken up.” She looks at me and smiles. “Luckily, he’s okay.”
Her friend dismisses the whole thing and jumps into gossip about people I know nothing about.
“So, yeah, I told that bitch to get the hell out of here, or I would blast her dirty laundry all over Instagram. You would do that, right?”
Cecily chuckles. “No, I’m not blasting your brother’s one-night stand on my socials.”
“Yeah, but you have like two hundred thousand followers, Ce!”
I glance at Cecily, but she shrugs it off like it’s nothing. And then my brain tries to put this puzzle together. She has that many followers and complains she has no friends? Shit, is she famous?
Her friend rambles on and on while I sit here, rethinking everything I know about Cecily. For one, she’s outgoing and adventurous. This girl knows how to look good. Her clothes. Her hair. She doesn’t look like she’s wearing makeup, but she probably has her secrets. Damn, am I being played right now?
Cecily rushes her off the phone. I get the hint that the girl would talk for the next two hours if Cecily didn’t do that.
When the truck falls silent again, I can’t help but ask, “You have two hundred thousand followers?”
