Page 46 of Heartburn (Love By Design 3)
Dinah leaned up on her elbows staring at me licking her lips. Crumples of popcorn fall out of her mouth onto her top which needed more covering it. I wasn’t into her, she did nothing for me, it felt completely inappropriate to be out here while my girl was in another room throwing up.
“What?” I asked.
She shrugged letting the strap of her tank top slide off her shoulder. I turned around looking for a place to be, anywhere but here. “Can you put sweatshirt on?” I insisted.
Dinah moaned and I glanced back at her, “I’m kind of horny.”
Of course she was and I had zero plans of entertaining this level of bullshit. “So eat pizza and pass out.” I told her going into Lia’s bedroom slamming the door shut. Great. Now I would have to avoid her inappropriate roommate while I waited for Lia to stop throwing up. This wasn’t exactly turning out to be the day I thought it would be. I texted Evan to pass the time and solicited a little legal and moral advice before I proceeded further.
Whit: Hey, question…
Robocop: Shoot bro.
Whit: How long does pot stay in your system?
I watched the grey dots flutter on the screen. I wasn’t worried about Evan coming over here with sirens blazing, but he was the best at keeping me level headed. God only knew what Hunter or even Damien would say.
Robocop: Do I want to know?
Whit: No. Lia and her roommate bought “sage”
Robocop: Is that what the kids are calling it now? “Sage?”
Whit: Was there another word I should have used?
Robocop: I can’t confirm this phone is a secure line.
Whit: Seriously, asshole?
Robocop: Well, when you use commas like that, no.
Whit: FYI, I really am talking about sage, as in the herb you cook with.
Robocop: I must be out of practice with the college age lingo.
Whit: Believe me, I was equally surprised.
Robocop: Well… how are they?
Whit: Both fucking high as a kite.
More grey dots that eventually become grey dots for real.
Robocop: ….
Whit: Yup. Farmer’s market in Kingston.
Robocop: Should have gone to the Wholefoods in Poughkeepsie.
Whit: Tell me about it.
Robocop: She should be fine in a couple hours. Make her eat and stay hydrated. Don’t let her drive anywhere or leave the house. I’m off in a few hours if you want me to check on her.
Whit: And do what with her? Her roommate is a man-eater.
Robocop: Maybe just take her to your place where you can keep an eye on her.
Whit: Thanks. I probably got second hand shit from walking into the apartment.
