“Isn’t it cute?” Selena lifts the strap over her head, showing the girl the purse. “I feel kind of bad. I owe my dad so much money, but I just had to have it.”
I drop my eyes to the purse, equal amounts jealous and aggravated. Sure, I’d love a purse like that, and I’d love to have her problems where she can mooch off family, because that’s what family’s for when you’re nineteen.
Part of me wishes I could ever be like that.
But even after I finish school, I’ll be so strapped with student loans, frivolities like designer handbags will still be a long shot. And strangely enough, I’m okay with that. I’d rather have a decent car. A house. The ability to pay all of my bills in the same month.
Selena and I are living through completely different problems, and I relate to her even less now than I did in high school. I’m sure the feeling is mutual.
Without making up some excuse to escape, I just turn and walk toward the side of the building, digging out my cell phone.
“Hey, Jordan. You okay?” I hear Carter call.
I turn my head, seeing him stand with some others, and I nod.
Once I reach somewhere slightly quieter, I dial Cam and hold the phone to my ear, tossing my empty cup in the trash can.
“Hey,” she chirps, knowing it’s me.
“Hey,” I say, her voice instantly soothing me. “Are you working? Can you come and get me?”
“I am working,” she tells me, “but I can split for a half hour. Where are you? Is everything okay?”
I notice music in the background and realize she’s at work.
“Yeah, everything’s fine.” I tuck my hair behind my ear. “I’m at the A&W. I just want to go home.”
Home.
I pause every time I say it, knowing full-well it’s not really my home, but it feels weird to say, “Pike’s house” or “Cole’s dad’s house,” too.
After I hang up with Cam, I hit the bathroom first and then let Carter know I’m catching a ride home. There’s momentary disappointment, but I’m pretty sure it’s because he’s lost his hook-up for the night. Although, I’m not sure how he thought I would be anyway, especially after ignoring me to talk about cars and then being all-too-happy to let me get wrangled into “catching up” with a bunch of girls I never did any catching up with before, even in high school.
It’s not that there’s really anything wrong with Carter or Selena or anyone else here. But when they talk, you can tell they have nice things, like money in their pockets. And their moms. They have this lightness to their voices where you can hear that they haven’t been evicted from an apartment before or are trying to decide if they should trade in their smartphones for a flip phone, because it’s cheaper.
I’m different from them, and I always have been. Being here tonight just brings those feelings back, the feelings I hated having in high school, and when I’m around Pike, I...
I knit my brow, thinking.
When I’m around him, I’m in my element, I guess.
And more than anything right now, I just want to go home. Or wherever he is.
Cam arrives in less than fifteen minutes, and I climb into her car, not protesting as she speeds through town toward Pike’s neighborhood. Her boss is lenient, but the longer she’s away, the more money she loses, so I let her rush.
“Thank you,” I tell her. “Sorry to pull you away.”
She’s in a thigh-length black coat, tied at the waist, and I’m pretty sure she?
??s not dressed in much underneath, just slipped something on to walk through the parking lot without getting molested.
“You sure you’re okay?” she asks again.
I grab the dash with one hand as she makes a sharp right. “Yeah.”
“Everything going fine with the dad?” She glances over at me. “You know you can come to my place any time. You’re welcome to stay.”
“I know.”