Page 77 of The Edge of Falling

"Rosalie, you are always arguing with Foster. Could you imagine if I told you I had a crush on him? You'd kill me."

"I want to kill you now." I sighed.

"So what the fuck does that mean? What do you mean, Rosalie? "

"I mean, are you going to try to make a move on him? Are you-

"No, of course not. I wouldn't do that. That would be way too awkward and weird.

"I mean, it would be very weird." I sighed. "Oh my God. I can't believe you like my brother."

"Don't tell him. Okay?"

"Of course, I'm not going to tell him. I don't want him to get a big head."

"Oh, Rosalie." She giggled. "So what's going on?"

"Frigging Foster, the love of your life."

"He's not the love of my life," she said quickly.

"Well," I continued, "he told Oliver about Graham and me."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I don't know exactly what he said, but Oliver seems to think that Graham is the love of my life, and that I’m still dating him, and that I was really sad." I started giggling. "And he got all pissed off and was like, 'Why would you try to sleep with me? Is it because you're trying to get over Graham'?"

"But you couldn't give two shits about Graham."

"I know, but he doesn't know that. It's perfect."

"Oh, Rosalie. You're not going to let him think that you still like Graham, are you?"

"I don't know. I mean, he deserves to feel a little bit of pain and worry and concern after what he put me through."

"Oh, Rosalie. We really need to find a place. I guess maybe the Bronx doesn't sound so bad after all."

"Girl, we're not moving to the Bronx. If we play our cards right, we'll have the guys in the living room, and we'll each have our own bedroom." I started laughing. "I mean, maybe. Don't count on it."

"Trust me, I'm not," she said. "But hey, I'll call you later. Okay? I need to finish packing. And then my parents are taking me out for a goodbye dinner, which I'm sure is going to be to lecture me on what I should and shouldn't do and all the things to look out for while I'm in the city."

"Oh, yay. Lucky you. My parents had that talk with me. So annoying."

"I know. So I'll speak to you later?"

"Yeah, girl."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone with her, feeling happy and disgusted at the same time. Freaking Alice had a crush on Foster.

On the one hand, it was kind of cool. If they got together, she'd be my sister, and we would be family, like real legit family. But then eww, I couldn't imagine her kissing Foster or doing anything else. Frankly. I didn't think he was good enough for her.

Yeah, he was handsome in his own way. I mean, he was my brother. I didn't look at him like that. And he had a good job and made good money, but he was a player. I knew for a fact that he hooked up with more women than I knew. And I didn't want that for Alice. I wanted her to be with a nice regular guy just looking for one woman. And I was pretty sure Foster didn't even know what monogamy meant.

My phone started beeping, and I looked down. I grinned when I saw it was a message from Oliver. I opened it and read it.

"So why exactly did you want to sleep with me if you have a boyfriend? Please do tell."

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