Page 54 of Spin The Bottle
“My dream job,” I muse.
“Please?”
I smirk at her. “Flutter your eyelashes at me again and I might reconsider.” She scowls instead, eliciting a laugh from me. “Fine. Get up.”
She hands me my piece of paper and tells me what to read. Madi really goes all out, putting all her energy into reading the lines.
“Again,” she says when she’s done. This time she does it differently, a more emotional take on it. She has me staring at her in disbelief. My best friend is so talented.
She blinks once she’s done. “Which do you prefer?” she asks.
“The second.”
“Really?” She glances at me, eyes widening.
“Why are you so worked up over this?” I ask her. “You’re an amazing actress. It will happen, you don’t need to stress so much.”
“I love you for saying that.” She looks up at me. “But it’s not that simple. The more time I don’t land a gig, the more my parents hassle me about it. I just want to shut them up, you know? Show them that I’m serious about this and it isn’t just a hobby.”
“I get that. But just because it hasn’t happened yet, doesn’t mean it won’t.”
She looks down at the piece of paper she’s holding and shakes her head. “From the top.” I let out a sigh and her eyes soften. “We’ll get ice cream later,” she says. “My treat.”
My nose scrunches. “Can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I have a photo shoot soon.”
Her face drops. “Leila, It’s just some ice cream. It won’t kill you. We’re getting ice cream and that’s it,” she says. “I won’t hear a no for an answer.
I want to say no, but my stomach rumbles at the mere thought of having an ice cream. I sigh, giving in and say, “Deal.”
She smiles, clearing her throat. “From the top.”
19
Beer and jealousy
When Gabi invited me to go to a bar with her, I didn’t expect to see all the basketball team here, and oh look, most of the football team is here too.
“Oh shit, it’s packed today,” Gabi says when she pulls me to an empty booth near the back.
I turn my head, raising my brows at her. “You didn’t think of that before dragging me here?”
She shrugs. “I wanted to celebrate. It’s a big deal.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Since when do you care about basketball?”
She shrugs, grinning. “Free drinks,” she explains. “Scoot over. My legs are killing me.” She exhales when she sits, stretching out her legs under the table.
“Rough day?”
“Dancing,” she says, glancing over at me. “My dance teacher told me I need to be more bendy,” she says with a nose scrunch. “Honestly, the splits can kiss my ass.”
“Damn.” My eyes widen. “You can do the splits?”
She shakes her head. “Not yet, but give me like two months and a whole tub of Advil and I’ll get there.”
