Page 49 of The Situation
My grin turns smug, and I stand taller. “Absolutely not.”
“So she probably had work this morning or something and had to run. She clearly knows what room you’re in, and I’m sure she’ll be knocking by dinnertime.”
“See? That’s all I needed.” I move to the bathroom and flip on the shower. “Was it that hard?”
“Oh, it’sveryhard right now,” Carys says, whimpering.
I roll my eyes again. “Bye.”
Carys yelps and giggles as the call is disconnected on her end.
I don’t have time to put my phone down before it starts pinging. I glance down to see my text app going off repeatedly.
Ripley: Well, well, well.
Bianca: Be nice, Ripley.
Ripley: I am being nice.
Jason: I’d like to think I’m too mature for this, but I’m up with my coffee in hand.
Renn: Gannon works fast.
That fucker.
I know this is about me without asking. I’m partially impressed that Gannon has lowered himself enough to gossip. Maybe he’s human, after all. But I’m mostly irritated in their amusement at my predicament.
Ripley: Gannon works fast, but Kelly runs faster.
Renn:
Jason: Yikes.
Bianca: Oh, lord.
Me: What did I ever do to you?
Ripley: I think Kelly is asking herself the same question this morning—what did Tate do to me?
I reach into the shower and turn the water off.
Me: She had to work this morning. It’s no big deal.
Bianca: I believe you.
Jason: I don’t.
Me: You know what *I* don’t believe? I don’t believe I had to fly commercial to Columbus. That’s what I don’t believe.
Renn: But if you’d have flown Brewer Air, you wouldn’t have met your fake girlfriend.
Me: SHE IS NOT FAKE.
Ripley: Her name was.
Jason: Have you thought about looking her up online?
Ripley:
