When peer pressure pushes Lenny to try out a new dating app, she starts to realize that the past may not always define the future.
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Lenny Harlow wants a lot of things, but a boyfriend isn't...
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"YOU HAVE VERY OBVIOUS ATTACHMENT issues," was CJ Murphy's way of saying, Hey, good morning, and I'm tired of fighting with you. My eyes darted to the bathroom door. It was shut, thankfully, but Nash was in there, and could emerge at any second. I wasn't sure how CJ would react to me having people over.
"Hello to you, too," I said with a smile, pulling my legs onto the bed and crossing them in front of me. "Where'd you go last night?"
She glanced at me and made a pfft sound. "It's not like you care." She stopped at her wardrobe and shoved her overnight bag in without looking. "How've you been?"
"Like you give a damn."
"Touché." She giggled. Embarrassing as it is to admit, I did too. "I switched majors, by the way. It wasn't much of a success since I couldn't get to keep studying English, so I guess I'll have to say goodbye to all the reports and literary assessments." She looked genuinely bummed out as she plopped onto the chair that held Nash's windbreaker and sighed. "Then again, psychology is awesome enough to make up for the loss."
Holding up the windbreaker's arm, CJ pulled a face and asked, "Since when do you wear anything in this horrid colour?"
I winced. "It's not mine."
"Well it definitely isn't mine, and I don't think Piper would so much as take up the same space as such a thing."
While there was no need for me to get defensive, I couldn't help but get pretty defensive. Of course, I had to not lash out or she'd know something was amiss, so I tried my best to answer in a level headed way. "I had a friend over." My eyes were squeezed shut. I tried to make myself as small as possible, but the physics of shrinking was so totally not on my side this morning.
"Sure you did."
Okay, so, she didn't believe me. That was a good thing, right?
"Anyway,"-she moved to stand, using the desk for support-"I have the sudden need to pee. Apparently, chugging gallons of water after drinking makes your bladder cry."
I couldn't find anything to say.
Of course I could. When could I not?
"Actually." I was off the bed quicker than you could say jump! "I, um ... I think I just got my period. I have to, you know, go make sure." I maintained eye contact just in case she thought I was lying. I was, but she didn't need to know that.
"Okay." She shrugged and sat back down. "But hurry. A second too late and my bladder might explode."
To at least try to be convincing, I grabbed a pack of pads and a change of clothes and darted into the bathroom. Nash was sitting on the toilet seat and staring wide eyed at the door again. I plonked all my stuff in the sink and turned on the shower.
