City Gurl

Chapter Thirty-Eight

I skip into my apartment door, stomach filled with butterflies. The good kind.

"Omigod omigod omigod!!" I squeal, hugging the scripts and stuff to my torso. "YAY!!!!!"

"Holy fuck, shut UP." Keith groans. I spot him sitting on the couch, watching a sports game. "I can't hear the TV." I roll my eyes.

"FUCK THE TV!!!!" I scream, and jump all over the place in glee. "KEITH!!!" I hop onto the couch and hug him, which must mean I'm drunk or something, since never, ever would I hug Keith Thorn when Mom wasn't around. "YOU'RE THE BEST BROTHER EVER!!"

"Ah! Get off! Why are you hugging me! Get OFF!" He shoves me to the other side of the couch, but I don't care. I don't give a shit!! I squeal again, bouncing on my butt.

"WEEE!"

"Dafuq is wrong with you, oh my god," Keith says, peering at me suspiciously. "Oh, I know . . ." He winks. "How was it?"

"Awesome!!" I cry, not even stopping to think about how Keith knows I got the part, or why he even cares. "He complimented me!!" Keith grins.

"That's great," he says. "Who was it?" I smile.

"Mr. Stevens!" Keith's eyes widen.

"A TEACHER?" he gasps in disbelief. Um, no shit, Sherlock.

"Duh," I bop my head. "Who else?" Keith starts laughing.

"You did it with a teacher?!" He slaps my arm. "Bad girl!" Wait, hold on. Hold the fuck on. DID IT? What does he think I'm talking about? I gasp loudly. He thinks I had sex with someone, and that's why I'm so happy!

"Holy shit! Keith, nonononono! I didn't do it with ANYBODY. This is . . . something else?" Keith looks a bit disappointed.

"Oh," he sighs, embarrassed. "Whoops. But by the way you were acting, it seriously looked like that." I cough.

"Um, I'll be heading to my room now, thank you very much!" I chirp, getting off the couch awkwardly. Great. Keith doesn't answer this time.

I plop onto my bed and squeal to myself stupidly. I gotta update Byron about this! I haven't talked to him for like, forever.

4:30 PM

Evelyn: hey byron its me! :) guess wt

Byron: hey ;) wt

Evelyn: i got the part!!! :D

Byron: wt part?

Evelyn: ':| les miserables!

Byron: :D o right! congrats babe :)

Evelyn: thx & wanna hang out?

Byron: id luv 2 when

Evelyn: maybe tmrrw?

Byron: thts good 4 me wt should we do?

Evelyn: how bout the old fashioned way: dinner+movie? :)

Byron: kool pick u up @ 7

Evelyn: k bye :*

Byron: cya babe :*

I lock my phone and toss it onto my bedside table. On a second thought, maybe I should text Gretchen too, just to tell her as well. I pick up my phone again.

4:47 PM

Evelyn: hiya guurrl hows it goin

She doesn't answer. Oh, well. I suppose I could tell her tomorrow at school. My phone beeps just then. So she did answer. I look down to see the text. It isn't Gretchen. It's Harry.