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GOLD RUSH ✹ SIX (STOP SAYING THAT YOU LOVE ME! )
I SIT IN A CAFE ON FIFTH WITH FARAH PARKS. I hadn't seen her in a while, we were close once. Me, her and Olivia when she used to go to Constance and live only a block or two away.
I hadn't heard from her for a while, we still talk but not nearly as much as we used to. So when I was lying on my bed — bored out of my mind on yet another day of school I was taking from my own home. The post-brunch fallout is manic — everything is touchy ground. I know Nate slept with Serena , and worst of all Blair knows that on top of the fact moments before he confessed a seemingly undying love to me. It's all a mess that I'll get back into once the fragility of it all goes.
She asked me out to coffee, to be followed by copious amounts of damage on our trust funds.
So, I said yes and sit here pulling at the pastry in front of me. when I'm meant to be in history — but my seat is right by Nate's and I don't think I could handle that currently. Knowing he'd be looking, reaching out and I'd think the brush of his skin would quite literally drive me insane.
" so how's school?" I ask Farah who leans back.
" Boring, drama isn't the same as it is at Constance." it makes me laugh as I nod " there's only one pregnancy scare a month? How's a girl meant to live like that!"
I smile and shrug " I found six pregnancy tests in the girls bathroom, five negative and one positive." I tell her and her mouth gapes, sitting upright.
" really?" she says and when I nod she blows air out of her mouth " fuck, schools outside the city are so boring! there's not even a Tiffany's !"
I smile and let out a small chuckle, " why are you even there? we didn't get in trouble." I feel my brows furrow as I tilt my head and angle it to look at her " at least not a lot, not enough to sanction being sent to boarding school."
Her shoulders lift as she shrugs "I don't think my parents wanted the responsibility of their child anymore." she tells me and my curve in my lips drops as I look at her.
But whatever she feels, she soon shakes her self out of — looking at me as she reaches and grabs my hand " you still got that crush on Archibald?" she hums.
So she doesn't know? About the park, about the real reason I moved back to England. About the Shepard wedding? She doesn't know.
It's unconvincing when I shake my head, trying to act like I've forgotten about him somehow. Because I couldn't — never will there be a day where I don't think about him, I did almost every day in London. So many Ralph Lauren polos in sight not to.
" no, we're friends kind of." I lie, we're not friends and a part of me thinks we never were — not really "but...except from Liv I'm not really part of that group anymore."
