Chapter 62

The journey is fast after the long hours on the most uncomfortable coach journey in history. The apartment is nice, as apartments go. It’s on the Upper East Side, a little too close to Arrick’s for comfort, but as I’m currently avoiding him like the plague, I hope it won’t be an issue. Arrick always swung in different social circles to me, so I hope I won’t run into him anytime soon.

It has the same rich kid décor as most of my ex-friend’s places, and the upside is the closeness to the nightlife and the bustling stores. Even though I told myself I wouldn’t be like before, I still want to be somewhere that gives me a choice, near the buzz of New York’s constant energy, should I feel like going out sometime.

“Who owns this place, anyway?” I nosey at the bedrooms, smiling when Camilla tells me to pick one. I wander into the most feminine and chuck my backpack on the bed haphazardly, eyeing its clean décor and the hints that this is a male’s place. It reeks of a bachelor pad