I nod. “It is. I’ll see you on Monday.”
She smiles, lighting up. “Yes! Okay. Monday!”
She runs up to her apartment, and I watch to make sure she gets in safely. Before she opens the door, she turns around and waves.
I wave back and drive off.
I can still smell her lip gloss, remembering what it tastes like. And then I hear Alix’s condescending tone when she tells methat Cecily is going places and will be her sister-in-law. Cecily has no clue that’s been her best friend’s plan all along.
Not that I care what the future holds all that much. I meant it when I said that Cecily will make an amazing mother, and whoever she marries will be a lucky man.
Yet, I’m getting a rise thinking about Dane coming to the party next weekend. And to think that Cecily is using me for practice to impress this dumb rich kid…
It.
Pisses.
Me.
Off.
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Cecily
Istep into my apartment, and Alix is searching vigorously through my kitchen. The snack cabinet is open, and now she’s in the fridge.
“You don’t have anything good in here!” she says, hearing the front door click shut.
“What’re you looking for?” I ask, grabbing the fridge door.
“An Oreo or something.”
I laugh. “No Oreos here, babe.”
She stands and hits her head on the freezer door. She clutches the top of her head and falls on her ass. “Ow!”
I close the door. “Shit. Are you okay?”
She shakes her head, then laughs. It starts in her chest, and then her whole body shakes. I’m not drunk, but I start laughing beside her. She grabs my neck, pulling me down with her. I slip and hit my face on the corner of the wall. We start rolling in laughter now. She’s kicking her feet like this is the funniestthing in the world. I’m gasping for air, unable to breathe. Then she pulls her knees up and farts. I cover my mouth and start laughing so hard that no noise leaves my chest. She’s bright red, rolling on the ground. She starts hitting the tiled floor, unable to catch her breath. My cheeks begin to burn.
I mutter, “You… just… You just…”
And we start rolling with laughter again. I grab my cheeks because they’re hurting so fucking much. I force myself up and offer her a hand.
“Okay,” I chuckle. “Okay. My cheeks are so sore.”
She takes my hand and pulls me in for a hug. “We need to do this more.”
She pulls away, and I agree.
“Screw Dylan,” she says. “He’s kind of a dick.”
“No, he’s not,” I say, turning to my cabinet to see if I have anything sweet.
She scoffs. “Yes, he fucking is.”
I widen my eyes. “He has a sense of humor, but he’s a hockey player, Alix.”
