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that I was that mean to you in the first place. I was pretty awful back then."
Lowell's hand wobbled her drink a little, almost spilling it, as if I'd knocked her off balance. "You were pretty mean." She was quiet for a second, seeming to think it through. But when she looked back at me, the anger was gone from her face. "But all kids are—they're cruel. Teenagers are even worse."
"I know. But I shouldn't have teased you about being from Texas. Or that training bra."
She laughed then clapped a hand over her mouth. "I can't believe you remember that. And by the way—it was not a training bra."
"That's what you said." I felt the anxiety drain out of me. "But I still want to say I'm sorry. You were, like, eleven."
"Thank you for the apology." She was quiet for a second, taking another hefty gulp of wine. Then she laughed again. "You got what you deserved anyway. Bang bang. " She giggled.
I had to laugh too. I remember feeling stunned that she'd whacked me like that. Then we were just sitting there, shaking in a fit of giggles and trying not to spill our wine.
Finally Lo wiped the tears off her face and calmed down. "I did not expect to ever have this conversation with you, especially under these circumstances."
"I hear that," I said.
We were both lost in our thoughts for a little while after that.
"So you were saying," I said. "About the paparazzi."
She nodded. "They loved you. My agent and my so-called PR team loves you. So you're in."
I beamed at her. "I guess you're stuck with me. I am a bit of a keeper, you know."
"We'll see." She put her half-full glass of wine on the table and stood. "I gotta go to bed. Early shoot tomorrow. Unless Lucas fires me before we start."
"Want me to come with you?" I asked.
She raised her eyebrows and backed away. "Um... no ."
I laughed. "I meant to the set tomorrow, not to your room right now. Unless that's an option. That is what you're paying me for, after all."
Lo's face flamed. "No to tonight. As in no way, no how, no sir. You can come with me tomorrow if you want, but you'll just be sitting in my trailer all day. If I'm lucky enough to still have my job."
"Sounds good. It'll be just another opportunity to express my undying devotion for my sexy, talented, remorseful girlfriend."
She nodded, the blush still hot on her cheeks. "Okay. You're good at this, you know that, Kyle? You might wanna think about a major in marketing when you finally go back to school. I think you have a real future in PR."
"Thanks for your vote of confidence," I said, feeling simultaneously flattered and patronized.
"Anytime." She smiled at me uncomfortably. "G'night, Kyle. Thanks for saving my ass." I smiled, but she frowned at me. "Not grabbing it. Saving it."
"You know you liked it," I called after her as she backed toward her room. "At least more than you thought you would."
----
I lay in my bed that night—Lo's posh guest bed—and thought about the day. It had been most unexpected. I'd never imagined Lowell Barton would get herself into this kind of trouble. I certainly never imagined I would be the one to help her out of it.
Especially not as her male escort.
Not in a million years.
But now that I was there, in her home, with our pictures splashed all over the Internet, I smiled.
It was the most awkward family reunion of all time.
But that was okay. This job could save both of us. I couldn't turn tricks anymore; it wasn't for me. I'd gotten into hooking for the reasons I'd told Lo—I needed the money. When I told her about meeting Elena and getting hired on the spot, that was also true. But I'd left out what had happened right before that. The thing that had made me desperate enough to become a prostitute.
My phone buzzed. I warily picked it up from the nightstand.
I understand you want to talk to me, it read. Tomorrow.
I turned my phone off and scrunched my eyes closed, wishing that tomorrow would never come.
Lowell
I locked the door to my room that night. I wasn't sure if I
Lowell's hand wobbled her drink a little, almost spilling it, as if I'd knocked her off balance. "You were pretty mean." She was quiet for a second, seeming to think it through. But when she looked back at me, the anger was gone from her face. "But all kids are—they're cruel. Teenagers are even worse."
"I know. But I shouldn't have teased you about being from Texas. Or that training bra."
She laughed then clapped a hand over her mouth. "I can't believe you remember that. And by the way—it was not a training bra."
"That's what you said." I felt the anxiety drain out of me. "But I still want to say I'm sorry. You were, like, eleven."
"Thank you for the apology." She was quiet for a second, taking another hefty gulp of wine. Then she laughed again. "You got what you deserved anyway. Bang bang. " She giggled.
I had to laugh too. I remember feeling stunned that she'd whacked me like that. Then we were just sitting there, shaking in a fit of giggles and trying not to spill our wine.
Finally Lo wiped the tears off her face and calmed down. "I did not expect to ever have this conversation with you, especially under these circumstances."
"I hear that," I said.
We were both lost in our thoughts for a little while after that.
"So you were saying," I said. "About the paparazzi."
She nodded. "They loved you. My agent and my so-called PR team loves you. So you're in."
I beamed at her. "I guess you're stuck with me. I am a bit of a keeper, you know."
"We'll see." She put her half-full glass of wine on the table and stood. "I gotta go to bed. Early shoot tomorrow. Unless Lucas fires me before we start."
"Want me to come with you?" I asked.
She raised her eyebrows and backed away. "Um... no ."
I laughed. "I meant to the set tomorrow, not to your room right now. Unless that's an option. That is what you're paying me for, after all."
Lo's face flamed. "No to tonight. As in no way, no how, no sir. You can come with me tomorrow if you want, but you'll just be sitting in my trailer all day. If I'm lucky enough to still have my job."
"Sounds good. It'll be just another opportunity to express my undying devotion for my sexy, talented, remorseful girlfriend."
She nodded, the blush still hot on her cheeks. "Okay. You're good at this, you know that, Kyle? You might wanna think about a major in marketing when you finally go back to school. I think you have a real future in PR."
"Thanks for your vote of confidence," I said, feeling simultaneously flattered and patronized.
"Anytime." She smiled at me uncomfortably. "G'night, Kyle. Thanks for saving my ass." I smiled, but she frowned at me. "Not grabbing it. Saving it."
"You know you liked it," I called after her as she backed toward her room. "At least more than you thought you would."
----
I lay in my bed that night—Lo's posh guest bed—and thought about the day. It had been most unexpected. I'd never imagined Lowell Barton would get herself into this kind of trouble. I certainly never imagined I would be the one to help her out of it.
Especially not as her male escort.
Not in a million years.
But now that I was there, in her home, with our pictures splashed all over the Internet, I smiled.
It was the most awkward family reunion of all time.
But that was okay. This job could save both of us. I couldn't turn tricks anymore; it wasn't for me. I'd gotten into hooking for the reasons I'd told Lo—I needed the money. When I told her about meeting Elena and getting hired on the spot, that was also true. But I'd left out what had happened right before that. The thing that had made me desperate enough to become a prostitute.
My phone buzzed. I warily picked it up from the nightstand.
I understand you want to talk to me, it read. Tomorrow.
I turned my phone off and scrunched my eyes closed, wishing that tomorrow would never come.
Lowell
I locked the door to my room that night. I wasn't sure if I
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