“I'm obsessed,” I tell her.
Obsessed doesn't even begin to cover what I feel for her.
“I have to go,” she says before kissing me goodbye. “I’ll see you after work.”
She leaves, and then I hear the worst sound in the world.
“Urgghh!”
Guess Grandpa Harvey and Isla are at it again.
Time for me to go home.
“You got something in the mail.” Cash points to my bedside table as I toss my keys on my bed.
I pick up the envelope and see that it's been torn open. “Why are you reading my mail?”
“Got confused,” he lies as he shrugs. “Thought it was for me.”
I roll my eyes as I flip it over and see the return address is NYU.
Shit.
“When are you going to tell her?” Cash boldly asks from his cot.
“When are you going to stop being a dick to her?” I clap back.
Cash glances up from his phone. “I don't try to be.”
“Well, you are.”
“I don't understand why we always have to do everything with her?” Cash argues. “Can't we ever just have alone bro time?”
He never felt that way when he was dating her.
I scoff. “We have alone bro time every fucking night, Cash.”
“You mean on the nights when you're not having sex with my ex-girlfriend.”
“I guess you shouldn't have ditched her for Europe then.” I smirk. “Maybe she'd still be your girlfriend.”
“You should tell her about New York,” Cash says, ignoring my dig. “If you hide it from her, she'll never forgive you.”
I unfold the letter and read it. My throat stings. I've been accepted. “Doesn't matter. I'm not going.”
“Why?” Cash sits up. “You got accepted into film school. That's amazing. You have to go.”
So many reasons, Cash. I’m not rich like you. I don’t have the luxury of chasing dreams. I don’t even know why I applied. It was an impulsive decision.
Ingrid.
I just got her. I can’t leave her.
“I'm not you,” I say as I tuck the letter into the table drawer. “I'm not leaving her.”
Even if Ingrid wanted to go to New York with me, I don’t have the money to pay for it.
“Not even for film school?”
