I hope he’s happy.” The amount of control in my voice surprises even me.
Missy holds my gaze for what seems like forever before she finally nods and then stands. “Well then, I’m glad we got that all settled,” she says, smoothing out the bottom of her skirt and picking her Gucci purse up from the spot next to her on the chair. “I really am running late, so I must get going.”
“Of course. Thanks for stopping by,” my Aunt Jenna says, not sounding like she means it at all.
And just like that, Missy is gone as quickly as she came in. And I’m left standing there, trying to figure out how things got even more fucked up than they already were.
***
“Hello?” I hiss into my perfectly shiny new iPhone later that night.
I tried with all I had to find a minute to get in touch with Angelina after Missy left, but my aunt decided we needed to do everything together for the rest of the day.
First, we organized all my new clothes and accessories, putting them all into their own separate places, neat and orderly. Then she wanted to have dinner together. And when I say have dinner, I mean cook it together and then talk about everything that happened that day at the hotel. We made homemade macaroni and cheese, garlic breadsticks, and a homemade chocolate cake for dessert. Needless to say, it was delicious. And on any other night I might have enjoyed the whole bonding experience, but all I could think about the entire time we were together was the fact that Nathan has a girlfriend.
Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend. The word is enough to make me feel like I’m going to go completely and totally over the edge. Maybe Missy means like a girl who is a friend. And by a relationship maybe she means a friendship, and just forgot the F or something.
I tried to secretly text Angelina to find out what the fuck is going on, but she refuses to tell me anything over a text message. She said to call her as soon as I could, which has been completely and totally impossible until this moment. Unless, of course, you count the three minutes I was alone in the bathroom, but even then my aunt was impatiently calling my name after about thirty seconds.
I finally got my aunt off to bed at around 11:30, after we sat down to watch “The Notebook” together, which is like the longest movie in the history of the world and somehow felt even longer tonight. I tried to say something about how I was planning on going back to school and had to be up early, but she laughed it off, saying if I really felt that tired I could just pass out during the movie on the couch. And to be honest, I’m not really at the point yet where I feel comfortable enough to tell her no, that I want to go to bed and not watch a movie, especially not a movie that’s that amazing and completely romantic of a love story. All it did was make me stress out and overanalyze the Nathan situation even more, not to mention I had to pretend the whole entire time that nothing was wrong, and that I was happy spending time with her.
To make matters worse, now Angelina isn’t picking up her phone. I’ve called her like seven times and texted her to call me, but have received no response back. Mo’s watching me pace back and forth like maybe I’m even scarier than he originally thought.
Finally, at around four forty-five in the morning I hear my iPhone vibrating next to me on the bed. I practically jump up, clicking the accept call button on the first ring.
“Hi,” Angelina says sleepily on the other end of the phone.
“Hi? Hi?” I spit back at her in a whisper. “No, not hi. What the fuck is going on?
Girlfriend? Girlfriend? How is that even possible?”
“Tori.” Angelina’s voice is calm on the other end of the line and I can just picture her all warm and snuggled up in her bed without a care in the world. Well, except for her slightly unstable best friend on the other side of the phone. “Just sit down and breathe.
Are you sitting down?”
I force myself to
Missy holds my gaze for what seems like forever before she finally nods and then stands. “Well then, I’m glad we got that all settled,” she says, smoothing out the bottom of her skirt and picking her Gucci purse up from the spot next to her on the chair. “I really am running late, so I must get going.”
“Of course. Thanks for stopping by,” my Aunt Jenna says, not sounding like she means it at all.
And just like that, Missy is gone as quickly as she came in. And I’m left standing there, trying to figure out how things got even more fucked up than they already were.
***
“Hello?” I hiss into my perfectly shiny new iPhone later that night.
I tried with all I had to find a minute to get in touch with Angelina after Missy left, but my aunt decided we needed to do everything together for the rest of the day.
First, we organized all my new clothes and accessories, putting them all into their own separate places, neat and orderly. Then she wanted to have dinner together. And when I say have dinner, I mean cook it together and then talk about everything that happened that day at the hotel. We made homemade macaroni and cheese, garlic breadsticks, and a homemade chocolate cake for dessert. Needless to say, it was delicious. And on any other night I might have enjoyed the whole bonding experience, but all I could think about the entire time we were together was the fact that Nathan has a girlfriend.
Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend. The word is enough to make me feel like I’m going to go completely and totally over the edge. Maybe Missy means like a girl who is a friend. And by a relationship maybe she means a friendship, and just forgot the F or something.
I tried to secretly text Angelina to find out what the fuck is going on, but she refuses to tell me anything over a text message. She said to call her as soon as I could, which has been completely and totally impossible until this moment. Unless, of course, you count the three minutes I was alone in the bathroom, but even then my aunt was impatiently calling my name after about thirty seconds.
I finally got my aunt off to bed at around 11:30, after we sat down to watch “The Notebook” together, which is like the longest movie in the history of the world and somehow felt even longer tonight. I tried to say something about how I was planning on going back to school and had to be up early, but she laughed it off, saying if I really felt that tired I could just pass out during the movie on the couch. And to be honest, I’m not really at the point yet where I feel comfortable enough to tell her no, that I want to go to bed and not watch a movie, especially not a movie that’s that amazing and completely romantic of a love story. All it did was make me stress out and overanalyze the Nathan situation even more, not to mention I had to pretend the whole entire time that nothing was wrong, and that I was happy spending time with her.
To make matters worse, now Angelina isn’t picking up her phone. I’ve called her like seven times and texted her to call me, but have received no response back. Mo’s watching me pace back and forth like maybe I’m even scarier than he originally thought.
Finally, at around four forty-five in the morning I hear my iPhone vibrating next to me on the bed. I practically jump up, clicking the accept call button on the first ring.
“Hi,” Angelina says sleepily on the other end of the phone.
“Hi? Hi?” I spit back at her in a whisper. “No, not hi. What the fuck is going on?
Girlfriend? Girlfriend? How is that even possible?”
“Tori.” Angelina’s voice is calm on the other end of the line and I can just picture her all warm and snuggled up in her bed without a care in the world. Well, except for her slightly unstable best friend on the other side of the phone. “Just sit down and breathe.
Are you sitting down?”
I force myself to
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