Finding My Muse - Nicholas Galitzine

Chapter Eleven: Handcuffs

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--Esmerelda's POV--

I storm into the apartment after classes and throw my bag to the side, "Kylie, you son of a bitch," I scream running to her room. When I burst through the door she was sitting at her desk doing her makeup, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I yell as she laughs putting on fake eyelashes.

"How were classes today?" She asks as I glare at her, "Oh come on. You're acting like you haven't been dying for an excuse to get drunk. You've been freaking out all week about the interview. They said they would call if you go it and there are still hours in the day," she tells me.

"But not enough hours. Nick hasn't gotten a call either," I tell her as she walks out of her room carrying her heels.

"So you've talked with Nick?" She says with a smirk.

"Stop. I'm not in the mood to party. What if I end up missing the call and lose out on it?" I ask as she pushes me into my room. She does what she does before every party I refuse to go to. I sit at my desk and watch as she pulls out jeans and a shirt I haven't worn since Freshman year, "Miss girl," I tell her as she throws it at me.

"Get changed. The guys will be down soon," She says as I throw my head back contemplating murder. I stand up and flop down on my bed before I hear her yelling at me through the walls. I curse under my breath as I start changing. I don't even know where we are going all I know is I got a text halfway through my last class telling me we are going out tonight and she cancelled my practice session.

"The top makes it feel like I'm being bear-hugged by....something that gives strong hugs," I complain walking into the kitchen with my Converse on. She looks at my feet and wants to make a comment but decides against it.

"You look great. Maybe you'll find someone...not Nick to bring home tonight and fix the 'tude," she says with a sassy edge.

"Afternoon ladies," Harry says as he walks into the apartment without knocking. He's been here almost every day. I woke up this morning with fresh eggs, now that I think about it...they were trying to get me in a good mood so I would agree to go out, "Nick will be down in a moment. He's not too happy about going out tonight," He says making Kylie laugh.

"Why don't you guys go alone and leave us to our music?" I tell them as she takes out shot glasses. The idea of having liquor in my mouth is enough to have me puking. She hands me my favorite shot glass as I watch the liquid spill over the side.

"If I puke, one of you is holding my hair back," I tell them with a pointed finger. Nick walks in with a bottle of whiskey and a disgusted face after hearing my last statement.

"Are you that much of a lightweight?" he asks as I roll my eyes. He places the bottle on the counter and grabs cups from our cabinets.

"Sure, make yourself at home," I tell him as I open the fridge. He gives me a smile that makes me want to tackle him to the floor, "What happened to the leftover pizza?" I ask looking around. I turn around and see Kylie looking around as if she's never heard of the word pizza.

"We can get drunk pizza on the way home," She says making me reconsider why I didn't want to go out in the first place. We chill out in the kitchen for a little before deciding to call the car. It's weird how fast these guys entered our lives all because of Harry and Kylie being clumsy. It's a real Disney movie meet cute.

When we pull up outside of the house we hurry out of the car and gather in front, "There's a theme for tonight," Harry says as Nick and I look at him annoyed, "It's a frat party what do you guys expect," he adds.