Page 30 of Enemies with my Bestie’s Brother
“I just told her that she was overworking herself! She really does take on too much at one time, and it’s definitely not good for her. I watched Baby J while she took a bath, and she just came out of the bathroom feeling good as new!”
“That’s great that you did that. She’s lucky to have a friend like you.” Preston smiles and nods at me.
“Huh,” Grayson says. That’s all he says, surprisingly.
“So anyway, themes, you guys?” I ask again.
Grayson rolls his eyes, his bad mood still in full force.
“Why don’t you pick the theme, since you’re so good at reading people?” Grayson spits out.
It’s a very immature thing to say, and I wonder if he’s aware of how absolutely ridiculous he’s being.
“Grayson, I don’t know what’s going on with you, man, but you need to be nice. She’s Penny’s best friend, and Penny wouldn’t be happy to know that you’re treating her this way,” Preston says to him.
Grayson rolls his eyes in response. I give Preston a small smile. Boy, leave it to Grayson to make any situation more awkward than it needs to be. The man can’t act for shit.
“What about a historical theme? Do you guys like history?”
“What, like dinosaurs? We aren’t six, Whitney,” Grayson hurls the sentence at me and I actually am starting to get a little pissed.
He could at least pretend to act civil in front of his own brother. Whatever. I’ll just keep acting sweet and innocent. The only person this will look bad for will be Grayson.
“Not dinosaurs, silly. I was thinking more like the Roaring Twenties or something. I know that’s kind of popular right now, decades-themed parties.”
“Actually, that sounds really cool. Like a Great Gatsby sort of thing, right?” Preston chimes in. I nod at him.
“Yeah, like little gold embellishments and decorations. Lots of suits and flapper dresses. Very chic.” I’m nodding to myself when Grayson interrupts.
“The Twenties is completely overdone at this point. Everyone and their mom has had a Twenties-themed party.”
I bite my cheek to stop myself from saying something I will regret. He’s being a real pain in the ass.
“What about the Seventies? It could be a disco theme!” Preston says suddenly, and I actually love the idea.
“Oh my gosh, yeah! Everyone could get roller skates, and it could be a roller disco! I’d have to check with the venue to see if that would work, of course.”
“Seriously? A roller disco? Does the fact that we’re billionaires mean nothing to you? That’s just asking for lawsuits when people inevitably hurt themselves, especially since it’s a rooftop restaurant!”
I’m seriously annoyed, especially because he makes a good point with this one. I’d forgot about the whole rooftop set up. Still, it’s annoying because I know that he’s not pointing it out to be helpful, but just to be a jerk.
“Okay, whatever your problem is, you need to fix it, because I am sick of dealing with your attitude.” I finally whirl on him.
“Um, no one is asking you to deal with it. I didn’t invite you here, you let yourself in,” he shoots back.
“Wow, seriously? You are such an ass, Grayson.”
“Alright, Whitney, how about you surprise us with the theme of the party. I’m sick of whatever weirdness is going on here, and I think that the party talk is not making it any better. I know that whatever you plan will be great,” Preston chimes in.
He gives me a friendly smile as I stand up and nod.
“Sure, thanks Preston. I’ll catch you two later.” I storm out of the apartment. I don’t think I’ve ever been angrier in my life.
Chapter Thirteen
Grayson
Istormthroughthedoor of my apartment with a bag of bagels and two coffees; one for me and one for Landon. I asked for a double shot of espresso in mine, as if espresso is a cure-all for foul moods. I thought I would at least try it, considering that caffeine is so helpful in many other ways. It boosts your energy, gets rid of headaches. It seemed like an educated guess at something that I should try. But, it unfortunately didn’t do anything. Actually, it may have even made my mood a little worse, knowing that it did absolutely nothing to help me. Talk about annoying.
