Lila
Ooh. Tell me everything.
Actually, on second thought, don’t. Go find her. Kiss her. Hold her hand. TALK TO HER. And then never tell me what happens.
Me
(…)
Lila
UGH. You are so infuriating. You need a rebound. It has been a year since you broke up with she-who-will-not-be-named. YOU NEED TO GET LAID. I have it on good authority it has been A YEAR. That’s too long for anyone, including yours truly.
Me
Jesus, Lila, TMI.
Lila may be twenty-four and completing her master’s in engineering next spring, but I do not need to think about her getting laid. And as much as I want to deny it, I also know she’s right. It has been a long time since I’ve felt any interest in anyone—until that infuriating girl today.
Fuck. No, not the girl today. That zing I felt in my chest was pure anger at her comment, nothing else. No sparks.
Me
And just who is this “good authority”?? Stop talking to JT!
Lila
Gotta run to class. Love you!
“All right, Sis,” I say out loud, grabbing my keys and wallet. “You win. I’ll go to the bar tonight and see what happens.”
Let’s just hope the woman from today isn’t there. I’m not sure how long my body will let me stay away from her, even knowing she is just after my money.