Lola and the Rolling Stone

Chapter 3

Lola sat down at a decorated cubicle late in the morning the next day stretching her things out to get to her laptop to read over her article that needed to be published the next day.

"How was the benefit last night?" one of her co-workers, Penny, leaned over her cubicle to ask Lola.

"It was good." Lola fake yawned.

"Oh, that good." Penny said. "Did I miss anything? Did your girls go?"

"Naw. You didn't miss anything." Lola lied. "And everyone went. I ended up by myself because they left me for whatever guy they saw. So, I got stuck with some musician. And he was cocky and ugh. Like not even worth thinking about it." Lola told Penny.

"So not worth even thinking about that you tell me about it?" Penny asked. "I think I need to know about this person..."

"Whatever. It's not happening."Lola told Penny. "There's nothing to talk about."

"Yeah. Okay." Penny answered going back to her computer.

By one in the afternoon Lola sat at a small table across from Madelyn at an Italian cafe for lunch. "So oh my god you got home so late..." Madelyn said.

"What you were already home?" Lola asked. "I was for sure you would have gotten lost in Davis's big brown druggie eyes...."

"He was already high. I wasn't about that shit. I went home and Netflixed in bed with some Franzia."

"What?" Lola asked confused. "That sounds fantastic!" she beamed. "We should have done that instead...."

"Oh my god!" Madelyn almost yelled. "You fucked Bruno Mars and you'd rather Netflix and drink boxed wine?"

"We didn't have sex!" she yelled in a whisper. "Oh my god, I have to yell at Bianca!" she said reaching for her phone frantically texting her.

"I mean....well done." Madelyn told Lola. "He's fucking hot."

"Dude. We legit did not hook up." she said putting down her phone looking down at it for a second. "We talked all night about how he's not a writer and I am." she told her.

"What?" Madelyn asked. "You had that hot piece of whatever the fuck he is and you argued with him about what a real writer is?"

"Yeah." Lola looked down at her phone twirling a piece of her hair. "I am a huge disappointment." she sighed sarcastically. "Not hooking up with a B list celebrity....I think I'll survive."

"B list? What the fuck planet are you on? Davis is E list celebrity. You are D List and Bruno Mars is most definitely A list. Hello? Uptown Funk?" Madelyn asked.

"I have his number. Why don't you call him and ask him out?" Lola asked handing her the phone.

"What? No!" Madelyn answered. "What the hell would I even say? Oh my god. Eww. No." Madelyn said like a twelve year old.

"You're going to be 30 years old in a few months and you're afraid to talk to Bruno Mars?" Lola asked seeing her phone light up.

Had fun last night. I'll be in town for a few more days. We should get a drink.

"Umm excuse me? Are you going to answer that?" Madelyn asked seeing Bruno's name pop up.

"What the hell? Even if it was the guy who took our order earlier I wouldn't text him right away. Five bucks says he's just going through his list of girls waiting for the first one who responds. He's probably like that one model from Brazil that I went out with. What did I call him?" Lola asked.