“I’ll keep an eye out for it,” the familiar voice makes me smile.
“Thanks Rhys,” I say. “Want a drink?” I change the subject because if we keep talking about my lost lipstick, I’m going to cry, and no one wants that.
“Got it,” he thanks the bartender. “You look good, Nova.”
I blush, “Thanks. It’s all because of these two.”
The two in question are sipping water through straws, their eyes flinging back and forth between us. “Did you guys fuck?”
Rhys snorts out his drink.
“Hina,” I close my eyes. “Why is everything sexual with you?”
Kat shakes her head but she’s smiling.
“What?” Hina surrenders her hands. “It’s less awkward between you two.”
“It’s a wonder what communication can do.”
She glares at me, “Point taken, bitch.”
Hina then smacks her lips, grabbing something out of her bag. It’s a small white bottle with a prescription label.
“I’m not a drug kind of girl,” I say quickly. “But I’m totally cool with it. If it’s legal, of course.”
Hina snorts, “Not my kind of scene either. But,” she takes one out and offers it. “It’sPropanol. I saw one sad pill waiting for its turn in our room. I pulled some strings to get you more.”
First Dean, now Hina. I’m blessed with good people.
“You’re gonna make me cry.”
“Don’t cry on my Chanel,” she jokes, leaning back.
The earplugs help muffle out the noise. Sounds of my breath are louder than the club, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.
Swallowing the pill with water, “Has everyone arrived?” I ask, tentatively.
Hina peeks beneath her mask and smirks. “Someone in particularyou’re looking for?”
“Oh, shut up.” I gently shove her. “I’m asking about everyone.”
“They’re all here,” Kat teases. “Saw Shaan grinding it down on a poor woman earlier.”
Rhys chuckles at that. He’s been listening to us talk. Rhys is a great guy and somewhere out there, a great woman will fit perfectly in his arms.
“You can tell them the truth, you know?” He doesn’t sound sad when he says it.
“What truth?” I swirl the chair around to face him.
“You rejected me,” he shrugs. “I’m not embarrassed by it.”
“Oh, I…” It’s not like I didn’t want to tell Kat and Hina. I’m not one to go around telling people I rejected him. In another world, it could’ve been Rhys and me. But then, that would be a world I’m not happy in.
“It’s making them think there’s still something here,” he explains. “You want Dean, Nova. You shouldn’t be scared to let anyone know, especially yourself.”
“You should be a motivational speaker,” I swallow the truth.
“And you should go find him,” Rhys pushes. “I saw him moping in the corner somewhere.”
