I lied," I say still looking at his lips, he opens his eyes and gazes over at me.
"Uh oh," he whispers, not breaking eye contact. I am suddenly aware of his lingering stare. He looks at me everywhere, every inch, there was no hiding from it. His ga...
"DANIELLE, PLEASE TELL ME WHY, DOES HE THINK IM INCAPABLE OR POOR OR SOME CHARITY CASE?" I hear Dani thinking, she ruffles around on her bed getting comfortable, I know i'm about to get genuine advice by how long her pause is.
"I think he cares about you, I think you're overreacting."
I look down at my phone at the unanswered good morning and goodnight text. Dani did not tell me what I wanted to hear.
"What's the problem, he's rich?" she begins. "500 is like twenty bucks to them."
"Danielle, i'm hanging up."
"Hm." she says. "Bye, love you, hope you figure everything out, and I hope you keep the money."
"Bye, love you." I hang up, trying to hold back my tears, but they escape me. I'm not sad, just frustrated.
I don't know why I feel so guilty, but it feels wrong to spend it. I should just get a job, that would solve everything.
I wipe my eyes and text Dani.
4:23 pm Me: is your job hiring?
4:25 pm Dani: yuh, when did you want to start?
4:25 pm Me: tmr after therapy?
4:26 pm Dani: be there or be square 😁😩
Ezra will be mad, but i'm returning the money and making my own.
I text him back and he texts back immediately.
Ezra: are you mad about the money?
me: no, but i can't keep it. i want to talk before therapy tomorrow if that's okay.
