I smile, nodding. “Yeah, I guess. I’ve gained a ton of followers because of it, and I actually got an audition.”
“Really?” Rosie asks, her eyes widening. “That’s great. How did it go?”
I grin, feeling the bask of my friends’ approval. They’re always so supportive, and they’re my biggest fans, and honestly, I’d be lost without them. “It went great,” I tell them. “If they decide to go with me, then I’ll be working with one of my favorite directors, Monica Harrington.”
“What kind of movies does she make?” Leila asks. “I don’t think I’ve heard of her.”
“You wouldn’t. She mostly works on smaller, indie movies,” I supply with a shrug. “But I love her. Her movies are so real and raw.”
Gabi snickers, lifting her head. “Just how I like it.” She lets out a laugh, groaning a second later, clutching her head when the nausea hits. “This is your fault,” she groans, glancing up at me.
I cock my head at her. “What did I do now?”
“You made me leave my bed.”
I snicker, remembering how she didn’t want to get up this morning. But she’d already been sleeping the whole morning, and I thought fresh air would help her.
But I doubt that’s the case. I’ve never gotten drunk before. I love parties, and I’ve gotten a little buzzed before, but I never took it too far. I hate losing control. I like knowing I’m of sound mind at all times.
Leila lifts herself off the table, heading toward the counter, and comes back a minute later, holding out a green smoothie in Gabi’s face.
Gabriella groans when she sees it. “Leila, I will kick you.”
“Trust me, you drama queen. I used to get the worst hangovers, and while it might not cure it, it will help.”
Gabi’s face contorts. “It looks like grass.”
Leila laughs, shaking her head. “It tastes good. I promise.”
Gabi reluctantly accepts the green smoothie and glances at me. “If you’d come with me, we could be drunk together since this one,” she points at Leila, “doesn’t drink, and Rosie practically drinks sugar.”
“Hey,” Rosie says, frowning. “They taste good.”
“As much as I’d love to share your hangover,” I supply dryly, knowing she’s joking, “I was studying.”
Gabi’s eyes drop to the drink in her hand, and then glances up at me. “All night?” she asks.
I shrug. “Classes keep me busy.” Technically not a lie, but what I don’t tell her is that Lucas came over and slept in my bed again. Gabi was out partying, so I knew it was safe to have him over.
Gabi plugs her nose and gulps down half the drink, letting out a groan when she swallows. “Oh fuck. You lied to me,” she says to Leila.
“It’s just fruit and vegetables,” Leila replies.
Gabi shakes her head. “And I don’t like either of those things.”
My phone buzzes, and I glance at the screen, seeing Lucas’s name. I smile instantly, grabbing it before the girls can see.
Lucas:
Question number nineteen.
I smile when I see his text, watching the three little dots on the screen.
Lucas:
How much do you miss me?
A grin spreads across my face as I text him back.
