Page 25 of The Late Hit
Sensing my mood change, Macy apologizes. “Sorry, B.”
Bringing another spoonful up to my mouth, I take another big bite, nodding my head in acceptance of her apology. There is nothing worse than conversation while eating cereal. Soggy cereal is shit, and anyone who disagrees is a psychopath.
Chiming in from the other side of Macy, Chloe asks, “What’d you have in mind, Mace?”
Macy’s face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning.
“For starters, no boys allowed. No texting, no surprise visits, nothing. This is a girls’ night only.” Taking a breath, she continues. “Let’s do a spa night with facials, mani/pedis, and hair treatments, while eating junk and watching early 2000s chick flicks!”
Out of the three of us, Macy is the girliest and, honestly, I can’t even complain because she keeps me in line. If it wasn’t for her, my nails would be a hot mess with chipped polish, and my face wouldn’t have the healthy glow it has.
“Can we get Chinese food?” Chloe asks as she makes her way over to the kitchen sink to wash up a few dishes.
“Chinese sounds fantastic,” I add, getting up and getting more coffee.
“Yes! Text me your orders, and let’s plan on five o’clock.”
“Sounds good, see you guys tonight.”
Exiting the kitchen, I make my way to the front door to head to campus for my classes.
At five o’clock on the dot, the Chinese food delivery driver shows up with our food. Macy has the living room set up when Chloe and I walk in from classes. A pedicure spa tub, bowls of popcorn and chips on the coffee table, and a variety of beauty products are scattered around. Thank God Macy knows everything there is to know about beauty products because I am clueless. I’m no stranger to beauty regimens but growing up in an elite family meant I had appointments made for me with professionals who would take care of my hair, skin, and nails.
“I thought we could go ahead and do our hair masks while we eat, and then we can do facials, pedicures, and then manis. How’s that sound?”
Chloe and I look at each other, neither one of us having an opinion on the matter.
I answer, shrugging. “Yeah, sounds good to us.”
Macy stands there, clapping before tossing us each a bottle of hair treatment.
“Run up and wet your hair, apply the treatment, then come back down.”
We do as we are told, returning to the living room a few minutes later. The town home we share is very modest. It’s a recent, new build with modern finishings. Our living room is a large rectangular space that is separated from the kitchen and eat-in area by the staircase. The town home association made a smart decision by incorporating light and luxury vinyl flooring. Not only does it go perfectly with the warm, white walls, but it’s easy maintenance.
The girls did all of the decorating. deciding on neutral colors with pops of yellow sprinkled throughout the house. Our leather couch and armchair are both extremely comfortable. So comfortable that someone is always falling asleep on them. But most of the time, you’ll find us sitting around the coffee table, eating. Like we’re doing now.
We dig into the assortment of containers—egg rolls, crab rangoon, fried rice, beef with broccoli, sweet and sour chicken, orange chicken, lo mein noodles, and steamed veggies. I’m pretty sure Macy ordered everything off the menu.A Cinderella Storyis playing on the TV while we eat.
“So B, a friend of Gregg’s is interested in taking you out on a date. What do you think?” Macy asks.
Taking a drink of my lime margarita, I savor the strong, cold liquid, letting the tequila burn the whole way down.
“I’m not interested in blind dates, Mace, you know this.”
If I had a dollar for every time someone voiced concern or questioned my love life, I wouldn’t have to pay for college. Seriously, it’s absurd. What’s wrong with a girl being in a non-committed relationship, or just hooking up with the opposite sex? Guys do it all the time. The whole double standard is archaic bullshit. It’s 2022.
Where are all my promiscuous girls at?
“I know, I know but I thought I’d ask. I still think you should take Cody up on his offer. He’s perfect for you,” she replies, stabbing a piece of fried chicken.
Mulling over her comment, I know what I say next is going to shock the hell out of them. So I wait until Chloe is taking a drink of her marg.
“Actually, I’ve thought about it.”
Macy half chokes on her chicken as Chloe snorts the margarita out of her nose.
Yes, just the reaction I was hoping for.
