The Carrie Diaries (The Carrie Diaries 1)
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“Do you want to get off this roof?”
“No.”
“So don’t think about it. Someone will come and get us eventually. Maybe Lali, or your friend The Mouse. She’s cool.”
“Yeah.” I nod. “She’s got her life all figured out. She’s applying early admission to Yale. And she’ll definitely get in.”
“That must be nice,” he says with a hint of bitterness.
“Are you worried about your future?”
“Isn’t everyone?”
“I guess…. But I thought…I don’t know. I thought you were going to Harvard or something. Weren’t you in private school?”
“I was. But I realized I didn’t necessarily want to go to Harvard.”
“How could anyone not want to go to Harvard?”
“Because it’s a crock. Once I go to Harvard, that’s it. Then I’ll have to go to law school. Or business school. Then I’ll be a suit, working for a big corporation. Taking the commuter train to New York City every day. And then some girl will get me to marry her, and before you know it, I’ll have kids and a mortgage. Game over.”
“Hmph.” It’s not exactly what a girl wants to hear from a guy, but on the other hand, I have to give him points for being honest. “I know what you mean. I always say I’m never getting married. Too predictable.”
“You’ll change your mind. All women do.”
“I won’t. I’m going to be a writer.”
“You look like a writer,” he says.
“I do?”
“Yeah. You look like you’ve always got something going on in your head.”
“Am I that transparent?”
“Kind of.” He leans over and kisses me. And suddenly, my life splits in two: before and after.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The Mysteries of Romance
“Tell me exactly what he said.”
“He said I was interesting. And a character.”
“Did he say he liked you?”
“I think it was more that he liked the idea of me.”
“Liking the idea of a girl is different from actually liking a girl,” Maggie says.
“I think if a guy says you’re interesting and a character, it means you’re special,” The Mouse counters.
“But it doesn’t mean he wants to be with you. Maybe he thinks you’re special—and weird,” Maggie says.
“So what happened after we left?” The Mouse asks, ignoring her.
“Lali came and rescued us. He went home. He said he’d had enough excitement for one evening.”