Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Not that I think he’s going to come busting back in without knocking but you never know. I don’t know this dude or if he’s in the hall standing guard or in the bathroom or kitchen and I have no idea if one of his roommates is going to bust in.
I pull the white tank top over my head, pull on the shorts. Rooting around in the bag I find my brush and go to work on my hair, brushing my long brown hair into a straight sheet. It’s still damp but not uncomfortably so and once I’m done I give my roommate a call.
I hit Video, and it begins to ring.
Might as well do this now since I have a moment of privacy.
“Jeez, finally,” is the first thing I say when Bethany answers her phone. “Took you long enough—I could have been dead in a ditch somewhere.”
“Sorry, Jon and I ended up going to the movies. He hates when I’m on my phone.”
I roll my eyes at that but get it; I get annoyed with people who have their phones out in the dark theater, especially if they’re within my view and I can see the screen glowing the entire time.
“Has Mark called you back?” I want to know as I pull on a pair of fuzzy socks, then step into a pair of pink slides. I’m not taking any chances walking on this floor barefooted.
Ew.
“Of course not, he’s an asshole and he doesn’t give a shit whether we live or die.” She laughs. Then she squints at the phone. “Wait. Where the hell are you?”
“At the neighbors.”
She scrunches up her face. “Which neighbors?”
“I don’t know. The yellow house—Jill dated one of these guys for a minute.” I take a lock of my hair and begin twisting it around my index finger as I explain. “I’m with some guy named Brodie; he’s letting me chill in his bedroom.”
I cringe at my choice of words. Some guy?
Another rude comment.
“Brodie?” Bethany emphasizes his name as if trying to place him. “Who’s Brodie?”
“He lives here.” I shrug. “He was on the porch when I came outside after the squirrel came through my wall.”
“Wait. What?” Bethany shouts. “The squirrel came through your WHAT?”
I click the volume button on the side of my phone and lower the volume. “The wall. It came through my wall. I literally texted you all this. It was an SOS, everyone was wayyy too busy to help.”
“Go back to the part where a fucking squirrel busted through your wall,” my roommate demands.
“I was laying on the bed in my freaking robe with a towel on my head and I heard scratching and then I went to look for where the sound was coming from and pushed back my clothes and he was looking at me and I was looking at him and then I lost my shit.”
“Oh. My. GOD!” she shouts again. “I told you! I told you so.”
“So humble,” I murmur sarcastically. “I love the fact that you’re never going to let me live this down.”
“I told you this would happen,” she says again for the third time. “I just didn’t think it would happen to you.” She takes a breath. “This is your karma.”
“My karma?” I shout back. “This is not karma.”
“It is,” she tells me indignantly, the know-it-all. “You didn’t believe me and you wouldn’t listen and now you’re out on your ass running for your life.”
Running for my life.
So dramatic—she should get with Brodie and together they can form a band.
“I don’t even believe this. Hey Jon, guess what?” Her voice gets muffled when she turns her head to call out to her boyfriend. “Lizzy has a squirrel in her room.”
“Stop it. She does not,” I hear him say from somewhere in the background.
“Oh she sure does.” Bethany looks back at the phone. “Did you get any pictures?”
“No I didn’t get any pictures!” How would I? Also, I’m not crazy.
“How funny would it be if you took a selfie with the squirrel in the background?” My roommate laughs, not even the least bit sympathetic. “Or like, made a TikTok.”
I chuckle at the thought. “Okay that would be kind of funny.”
“Oh my god, like, if he was on the dresser ready to pounce and you took a selfie where your eyes are like, wide open and he’s in the background like AHHH!” Bethany makes an AHHH face, mouth open, eyes wide—pantomiming what could only be the actions of a cartoon squirrel. “Hilarious.”
“Staging a photo might be going overboard.” We’ve gotten so off track. “I need you to send Mark an SOS, not that he’s going to rush over but it would be nice not to have to move into the house next door.”
Bethany pulls a face. “Don’t they have like, six guys living there?”
“Five.”
“Still. That’s a lot. Is it messy?”