Finding My Muse - Nicholas Galitzine

Chapter Four: Decisions

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--Esmerelda's POV--

I lift my head from my pillow as Kylie runs in shrieking, "What? WHY?" I yell scared something bad happened. She flings herself onto the bed and starts laughing. I cover my face with a pillow over my face as she continues making loud noises.

"Guess who was asked out on a second date," she says as I stare at the back of the pillow, only seeing blackness.

"Let me guess," I reply sarcastically.

"Seriously. I'm starting to really like him," she says inviting herself under my blankets, "What are you doing Friday?" She asks. I turn on my side and can see the scheming going on behind her eyes.

"I am not going on another double date. Nick is insufferable," I tell her as I climb out of bed. She sits up and tries begging me but I leave the room to get some coffee.

"What if I promised you a week of not doing the dishes?" She asks making me laugh as I look at the pile in the sink right now, "I'll even throw in some ice cream," she adds.

"The good ice cream off campus?" I ask feeling tempted.

"Now it is," she says with a sly smile, "Harry invited us to a party at this apartment uptown," she says leaning on the counter as I pour two cups.

"How long are we staying? And if you leave with him, would I be stuck with Nicholas?" I ask leaning against the counter.

"I wouldn't abandon you uptown. Nicks hot, can't you ignore his shitty comments for some hot loving," she says making me physically cringe, "Okay I heard how gross that sounded after the words left my lips. But you know what I mean," she says.

"I wouldn't be caught dead with my lips anywhere near that man," I tell her as she looks unconvinced, "Plus, he's not even that hot," I state.

"Girl....never mind. Is that a yes?" She asks. I let out an exasperated sigh as I nod my head agreeing to go. The worst that can happen is getting free boos and calling an Uber home, "This is why you're my best friend," she says walking away with her phone. I walk back into my bedroom and place my coffee on the nightstand. My phone starts ringing and I slowly walk over to it hoping the person hangs up.

"Hello?" I ask answering the call after a couple more seconds.

"Esme?" A man asks on the other line. I take my phone from my ear and look at the same saying No Caller ID, "It's Dylan".

"Holy shit, how are you?" I ask sitting down on my bed. My legs instinctively pull into my chest as I wrap my other arm around them.

"Really good. I'm actually in town and I was wondering if you'd want to get lunch?" He asks as I bite the corner of my lip. I know I shouldn't. Getting lunch with an ex is never a good idea but....it's Dylan.

"That would be nice. I think I'm busy this weekend but how about breakfast on Sunday?" I offer.

"I would love that," he says making me smile wider than I should, "Listen, I have to get back to work but I'm excited to see you again," he tells me.

"Me too," I tell him as he says a quick goodbye. I slowly stand up torn my bed and walk to Kylie's bedroom. I knock on the door and she swings the door open, showing her bedroom scattered with clothes everywhere.

"Please don't tell me you're backing out," she says. I shake my head as I walk in and sit at her desk chair.

"So....hypothetically....what if I just agreed to go to breakfast with an ex on Sunday?" I ask.

She looks at me unimpressed before putting thought to it, "If it's anybody but Dylan...then that's fine," she says making me freeze. She groans and chucks a pair of biking shorts at me, "You can't do this to yourself. Do you remember how long it took you to get over him?" She asks.

"I know but this time it's different. I don't have feelings for him, it's like old friends getting food," I assure her.

"I'm having trouble believing that but it's your decision to make," she states making me slouch in the chair, "Another decision you can make is helping me pick out what to wear tonight," she says making me laugh.

"We have like 9 hours before we are meeting the guys," I point out.

"That's going to fly by missy," she says pointing a hanger at my head. I put my hands in the air as I stand up to look at the options.