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side of my face. Sigh. Of all the people to be down here, Isabella Royce is the worst. It’s not that I don’t like Isabella, per se. It’s just that seeing herreminds me of Cooper. And besides, shouldn’t she be at her own party?
“Just, you know, riding the T!” I say brightly. What else would I be doing down here?
“I know that,” she says, giggling. “I mean, where are you going?”
Oh. Right. “Um, actually, to your apartment,” I say. Then I realize that I wasn’t even technically invited to Isabella’s apartment, that Marissa stalked Jeremiah there and then invited herself and me.
But Isabella doesn’t seem to mind. “Me too!” she exclaims. “What a coincidence!”
“Not really,” I say, even though it kind of is.
“Well yes, really,” she says, as the train pulls up. It’s loud, so I can’t hear exactly what she’s saying, but I think it has something to do with how she can’t believe that we’d both be at this T stop at this exact time, because usually she just drives in, but she was returning some shoes and ohmigod now we can keep each other company. I don’t ask her why she was returning shoes so late at night, since (a) I don’t really care and (b) I’m not sure if I even heard her right.
So I just smile and nod.
“So,” she says once we’re settled on the train. The train is actually pretty dead, and so we unfortunately have no problem finding seats next to each other. “Are you going to the party alone, or … ?” She trails off and then gets super-busy looking through one of the shopping bags she has with her,and I can tell she’s trying to sound innocent. I decide to make an effort to try to be nice to Isabella. After all, what Cooper did isn’t her fault.
“Um, no,” I say. “I’m meeting Marissa there.”
“Oh, cool,” she says, and I see her face relax. Like, I literally see it relax. It just sort of … deflates. And then I realize why. She was afraid that maybe I was going to the party because I knew Cooper would be there! Am I a pity case? Does Isabella Royce think I’m a loser? Is she maybe afraid that if I don’t get a new boyfriend, I’m going to maybe go psycho on her and freak out and key her car or something? Isabella DOES have a very nice car, this totally cute red convertible that’s not brand-new enough to be pretentious, but not old enough to be lame.
I decide it’s time to change the subject.
“So you know people are already there, right?” I ask. “At your apartment, I mean.”
“Um …” she looks down at the ground and messes around with the bottom of the skirt she’s wearing. “Yeah, actually. Cooper’s watching it for me.”
“Oh,” I say. “Cool.” So that explains why he rushed out of the Spotted Frog so fast. He had a date to watch Isabella’s party. Like they’re married or something! He probably has a key and everything. Not only that, but I am now inadvertently following the person that I want to get away from and am going to have to see him and Isabella together, and he might think that I followed him there on purpose. Ugh, ugh, ugh. I make a mental note to kill Marissa.
“Yeah,” Isabella says. “I know you guys had a bad breakup and everything, but honestly things have been super-good with us ever since we’ve been hanging out.” That’s probably because their relationship is based on their, you know, actually
having
a relationship and not some dumb prank.
“That’s great,” I say, forcing myself to at least try and sound happy. Across the aisle, a man with a beard and cargo pants is ogling Isabella’s legs. She’s wearing a very short, glittery lavender skirt and gold platform shoes. What is up with everyone dressing like this in November? I guess on Saturday nights in the city sexiness trumps comfort.
“How’s Kate liking college?” Isabella asks, oblivious to the attention she’s getting.
“Um, she’s liking it,” I say. Which is true.
“That’s so great,” she says. “I
“Just, you know, riding the T!” I say brightly. What else would I be doing down here?
“I know that,” she says, giggling. “I mean, where are you going?”
Oh. Right. “Um, actually, to your apartment,” I say. Then I realize that I wasn’t even technically invited to Isabella’s apartment, that Marissa stalked Jeremiah there and then invited herself and me.
But Isabella doesn’t seem to mind. “Me too!” she exclaims. “What a coincidence!”
“Not really,” I say, even though it kind of is.
“Well yes, really,” she says, as the train pulls up. It’s loud, so I can’t hear exactly what she’s saying, but I think it has something to do with how she can’t believe that we’d both be at this T stop at this exact time, because usually she just drives in, but she was returning some shoes and ohmigod now we can keep each other company. I don’t ask her why she was returning shoes so late at night, since (a) I don’t really care and (b) I’m not sure if I even heard her right.
So I just smile and nod.
“So,” she says once we’re settled on the train. The train is actually pretty dead, and so we unfortunately have no problem finding seats next to each other. “Are you going to the party alone, or … ?” She trails off and then gets super-busy looking through one of the shopping bags she has with her,and I can tell she’s trying to sound innocent. I decide to make an effort to try to be nice to Isabella. After all, what Cooper did isn’t her fault.
“Um, no,” I say. “I’m meeting Marissa there.”
“Oh, cool,” she says, and I see her face relax. Like, I literally see it relax. It just sort of … deflates. And then I realize why. She was afraid that maybe I was going to the party because I knew Cooper would be there! Am I a pity case? Does Isabella Royce think I’m a loser? Is she maybe afraid that if I don’t get a new boyfriend, I’m going to maybe go psycho on her and freak out and key her car or something? Isabella DOES have a very nice car, this totally cute red convertible that’s not brand-new enough to be pretentious, but not old enough to be lame.
I decide it’s time to change the subject.
“So you know people are already there, right?” I ask. “At your apartment, I mean.”
“Um …” she looks down at the ground and messes around with the bottom of the skirt she’s wearing. “Yeah, actually. Cooper’s watching it for me.”
“Oh,” I say. “Cool.” So that explains why he rushed out of the Spotted Frog so fast. He had a date to watch Isabella’s party. Like they’re married or something! He probably has a key and everything. Not only that, but I am now inadvertently following the person that I want to get away from and am going to have to see him and Isabella together, and he might think that I followed him there on purpose. Ugh, ugh, ugh. I make a mental note to kill Marissa.
“Yeah,” Isabella says. “I know you guys had a bad breakup and everything, but honestly things have been super-good with us ever since we’ve been hanging out.” That’s probably because their relationship is based on their, you know, actually
having
a relationship and not some dumb prank.
“That’s great,” I say, forcing myself to at least try and sound happy. Across the aisle, a man with a beard and cargo pants is ogling Isabella’s legs. She’s wearing a very short, glittery lavender skirt and gold platform shoes. What is up with everyone dressing like this in November? I guess on Saturday nights in the city sexiness trumps comfort.
“How’s Kate liking college?” Isabella asks, oblivious to the attention she’s getting.
“Um, she’s liking it,” I say. Which is true.
“That’s so great,” she says. “I
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