Muscles don’t build themselves, unfortunately. My phone buzzes on the floor next to me. I glance over and see Rava’s name. Let’s see what accidental nude he sent this time.
RAVA:
-Hey. Not that I care, but I think a stray cat just walked into your room. Through your window.
I blink at the screen. What?! Buzz.
RAVA:
-No joke. Black and white. She just hopped in.
God. This silly little human. I look toward the window, then at Lulu, sitting on the edge of my desk.
This little fucker thinks my girl is a stray. I wipe sweat off my face with the bottom of my shirt and flop back onto the floor, grabbing the phone again.
ME:
-That’s my cat, you little dumb shit.
RAVA:
-YOU have a cat? Wow.
-I thought you couldn’t even take care of yourself.
-Don’t let her eat trash. Or cocaine. Or whatever’s on your floor.
I roll my eyes. Someone is bored as hell.
Funny how he claims he can’t stand me, but suddenly he’s blowing up my phone.
Well… not that I can blame him. I almost feel bad for the guy. If my summer was just meetings, sleep, meetings, sleep, I’d be blowing up someone’s phone too.
At least I’m getting some adrenaline in my bloodstream. I don’t think he does anything else. I haven’tseenhim do anything else.
Poor little gremlin.
ME:
-Her name’s Lulu. She’s cleaner than you’ll ever be.
-And she doesn’t take shit from anyone. We have a lot in common.
RAVA:
-Where are you?
Nosy little bitch.
ME:
-I’m in my room.
-I just don’t feel like talking to you.
-Now leave me alone.
I mean it. Sort of. Okay, no I don’t. But he doesn’t need to know that. I toss the phone away, stand, grab the dumbbells, roll my shoulders back.
