OMG ELLIE BELLIE!!!!!!!
Fuck yes
I’m so proud
How was it?? Tell me everything
Ellie
so good! ya girl got herself a fuck buddy
Zoey
Shut the actual fuck up you DID NOT!!!
You can’t see me, but I’m crying happy tears for you. My little baby is all grown up with her own fuck buddy. *sobs*
Ellie
please reread that text and remember your job is to teach kids
Zoey
Ugh, don’t remind me. I have to quit texting because of said job. The heathens are back from lunch.
Expect a FaceTime this weekend and be prepared with details!
I’ll have a list of questions
BYE I LOVE YOU
Ellie
love you more
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ELLIE
“Something’s different.”
I look up to see Dev’s eyes narrowed at me, running over my face and outfit. It’s Saturday and we’re sitting at a high-top table at an upscale bar walking distance from my apartment—my only actual requirement when we go out. The bar has trendy purple lighting that’s giving Dev’s dark hair an amethyst-like sheen. It’s longer than mine, coming to her chest in subtle waves. Her makeup is annoyingly perfect, as always, and her dark eyes are looking almost black. She’s only two years older than me, but she’s really working the stare-down I imagine older siblings excel at. Not that I would know.
“What?” I ask her. I look down at my short black corduroy overall dress and white turtleneck she’s checking out. I think it’s cute. And paired with my sheer black tights and boots? I was really proud of this outfit. I look back at her in confusion, wondering what she’s talking about.
“You’re not trying to get laid tonight,” she states, louder than I’d like.
I look around us to make sure no one overheard my loud-as-shit friend. My instinct is to tell her she’s wrong. I’m actually totally looking to get laid tonight. But I happen to already knowwho I’m getting laid by and he’s definitely not at this bar. He’s at the hockey arena, close to finishing his game against who knows what team. I check the time on my phone—he should be at my place in an hour or so unless the game goes into overtime.
I think back to Dev’s assessment of my look tonight and give her an insulted glare. I know my outfit doesn’t screamcome and get it, but I still think I look good enough to get hit on. “Are you saying I don’t look hot? I love this outfit! And I’m sitting, but my butt looks good in this dress, I swear,” I tell her.It does.
Dev rolls her eyes and sips her drink. We’re having French 75s tonight, playing into the fancy vibes of the place. I love me some champagne.
“Oh stop, you always look hot. You know what I’m saying,” Dev says as she sets her drink back down.
I do know what she’s saying, but I’m not trying to admit anything tonight. I also hate lying. Which reminds me I still have to figure out what to tell Zoey when we FaceTime before work tomorrow.
“Fine. You’re right, I’m not looking to pick a guy up from here,” I say, waving my hands at the bar around us.
