Page 10 of Breaking Point
what about glitter in Jason’s vents?
BELLA
with a side of breaking and entering charges?
no
LAYLA
potato in his exhaust pipe?
BELLA
the garage is secured, we wouldn’t be able to sneak in
LAYLA
what about an Etsy psychic that can cast a spell against him?
BELLA
there are psychics on Etsy?
LAYLA
you can get anything off Etsy
“Idid everything right. I went to college, I got a degree, I took a stable corporate job and shoved all my desires about being an artist to the back of my mind and yet here Iam, drunk on a Tuesday night applying for—” My eyes squint at the blinding laptop screen before me. “What is this?”
Layla leans across where I’m sitting on the floor and snatches the laptop. Her eyes scan the screen before she grimaces. “Why are you looking at a position for children’s party clowns?”
“I was?”
“Yeah, you searched it.”
Layla types furiously on the keyboard from her perch on my sofa as I gasp, a hiccup escaping me. “I was talking about how I won’t ever have children because I’m such a failure but then I realized how fun kids are and maybe I could do face painting.”
Groaning, I slide down until I’m lying flat on the floor, a bottle of wine clutched in my grip because we unceremoniously finished all the vodka an hour ago.
“L-layla?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
I snort. “Why is it that you get kinder when you’re drunk? Most people get a little attitude but nope,” I say, popping thep. “Not you.”
“You’re not mean.”
“That’s because I like you. Do you remember last year when we went to that swanky club in the city?”
There’s a slight pause in typing before she lets out a small snort. “Oh my god, yes! To be fair he deserved to be kicked in the nuts.”
“And then kneed in the face?”
“He followed a girl into the restroom and cornered her.”
“Oh, yeah! I forgot about the why.” I shiver. “Ugh, he was a creep.”
My living room ceiling begins to spin, so much so that as Layla leans over the couch to peer down at me, her vibrant red hair makes me blurt, “Is the ceiling on fire?”
