Page 52 of Change My Mind
You staying there?
I scoffed.
We’re in our 30’s. It’s a miracle that we even agreed to go out out in the first place
Are we in September? Did I lose a monthof my life?
I smiled and then covered the bottom half of my face with my hand.
No, you didn’t miss anything, you pedant. I still have a month left in my 20s.
But that is too much of a faff to convey
My point still stands, we’re staying here. Why?
I’ll come meet you guys
We’ll be here. But can you please eat something before you get here
If he wasn’t going home, that meant that he wouldn’t eat the pizza I left for him.
I will. See you in an hour
“You’re going to have to learn to fix your face, or someone is going to notice you smiling at your phone like a girl with a crush,” Rachel said as she sidled up beside me, a knowing look in her eyes. My neck started to feel warm at just how on the nose she was, but she didn’t need to know that she was right.
It wasn’t going to be the case for long.
Overexposure would work.
It had to.
She slid her gaze off me and tried to make eye contact with someone behind the bar so we could get another round of shots.
“I thought I caught that,” I mumbled for something to say.
“You didn’t.” She nudged her arm against mine. “We always knew you were down bad for your archnemesis.”
“He’s not my archnemesis,” I countered. A stupid thing to do, really, because hewas.
“Interesting part for you to focus on. And you’re right, he’s not. To adult Addie, but fifteen-year-old Addie thought he was the devil incarnate and made that everybody else’s problem. We used to hate walking home on Thursdays because it was ‘Adrienne complains about Elijah the whole way home’ day. You’ve managed to move past your one night of fun, then?”
I crossed my arms and thought carefully about my next answer. I was quiet for too long.
“Adrienne, you’ve moved past it, right?”
“Yes, we moved past it.” Not a lie.
“I know you aren’t trying to think of a way to lie to me right now.” Her eyes narrowed. “Tell me you didn’t.”
I huffed. “Didn’t what?”
Her glare deepened. “Tell me you are not going to start having sex with your flatmate dressed up as a friends-with-benefits situation.”
I shrugged. “Okay, fine. I won’t tell you that.”
Rachel’s glare turned deadly. “Adrienne. I know you’re not that stupid.”
I could be just as deadly. “Talk to me about stupid decisions when you decide to stop pretending to date Blondie to make it seem like you didn’t completely fall apart and shut yourself off to the world for the very man who broke you,” I snapped.
