Chapter 48

I’m in my bedroom, after showering and pulling on jeans and a T-shirt, after breakfast, looking a lot more like the wholesome kid of days gone by rather than the hot mess of clubbing from days ago. My hair is on top of my head in a messy bun, and I am texting back a so-called girlfriend ‘Sissy’ in New York. Finally, my absence has been noted, and now that I am clear-headed and have some distance, I can see how shallow these people really are.

She didn’t text to see how or where I was, she only wanted to know if I was bringing my gold card to the next party to fuel the champagne supply. I have only ever been a source of freeloading for these girls, taking my designer clothes and shoes, which I take great pride in hunting down with every new season release, and crashing in Ambers’ apartment anytime they saw fit. I haven’t heard from Terry, not that I expected I would, or even care, or any of the guys from my old group of friends, and I throw my phone aside in irritation. I flop