♫Erica♫
“Um, I have to…go,” I said, sharing a look with Tyler. “I need to go back to…work.”
“Sure,” Tyler replied, smiling. He leaned in, and kissed my cheek. I flushed, and waved at Daniel, and I walked away.
***
╣Daniel╠
“Look, I know yesterday went badly,” Tyler said, to his crowd. “But that’s not the point. Cheer up, and let’s have a party! It’s my birthday!”
I glared at the back of his head.
Why did Erica kiss him, and not me? I thought Tyler liked Eric?
“I’ve got vodka! We could invite the some girls! It’ll be great!”
The guys perked up at the word “girls”.
“Uh, count me out,” I said, straining to give Tyler a grin. “I don’t feel so good. I have to sleep.”
“C’mon, Daniel.”
“It’s alright. I’m really tired.”
I slumped into my – well, Tyler’s – bed, and tried to sleep. But I wasn’t tired. It took me hours to fall asleep.
This was the first Saturday I hadn’t visited him in the hospital.
***
♫Erica♫
I called Cris, and told him I wanted to go back to school.
“I almost drowned, Cris,” I said. My voice was still hoarse.
“You haven’t though, have you? Anyway, I need to talk to you about something.”
“What?”
“Your career, and where it’s going.”
I groaned. “Look, Cris, we have this talk every couple of weeks. I am a quarter model, quarter actress, and quarter student.”
I missed my SATs, but Cris said it was a good idea for me to eventually do them. Someday. I mean, I can’t model forever. I have to go to Uni eventually.
“But that means you’re only three-quarters of a person.”
Obviously, I won’t pass my Math SAT.
“You know what I mean,” I said, dismissively. “Look, I have a film job now, right? My career’s going fine.”
“Okay, fine!” Cris snapped. “I just wanted to do my job as a proper manager!”
“I know that, Cris,” I said, soothingly. “I’m sorry.”
“Good,” he said, but calmly. “By the way, the Director wants to talk to you on Saturday – I’ll text you the details.”
“About what?”
“I don’t know. You’ll find out.”
“Okay…”
“I’m booking a flight for you. You’ll probably be home tomorrow.”
“Thanks,” I sighed, hanging up.
I ran my fingers through my hair. I was fresh out of the shower, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t feeling like crap. Drowning sucks. But…
Forget about him! He kicked you out of your dorm room. You hate him!
Right.
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Monday, 8AM
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