11: Dinner Drama

"Okay, let's recap: you think your hot boss and your hot coworker both want to fuck you, is that what I'm hearing?" Liz said over dinner. She curled her spaghetti into her fork and took a hearty bite.

"Yes, but no? I don't know, I can't tell. I don't know what male attention is like in real life, Liz!"

She slurped a loose noodle. "I mean, I would probably chill out and not think that? Not to be mean, of course."

Was she saying this because I described how hot they were and there was no way they could possibly interested in me or because it was rational? I told myself to not think too much into it. I didn't need to have a panic attack in public, over pasta.

"Okay."

"I would give it time."

"Okay but I have gotten at least four texts in the last two days from Ben with suggestive face emojis!" I just wanted to hear that I was desirable.

"Well then. Are you playing it cool?" Liz seemed particularly icy tonight.

"Yes."

"And Tucker, what's happening with him?" she stared at the plate, spinning her fork into her food again.

It was a valid question. I hadn't seen him in a week, and I gave up hoping for him to pop in after my second day. I could still touch myself to him and believe that he wanted me, but seeing him was a different story.

"I haven't seen him in awhile," I confessed.

"Mhmm... Well I would probably give up on that."

"Is there something wrong? Am I being annoying?" I asked. Liz sighed.

"I'm sorry. I'm just being a bitch because Jackson said that he thinks that I need to cut ties with my family because they're 'a bad influence' and 'remind him that I come from poverty' and 'have cheap tendencies'. Since when has ever seen me be cheap? I work my fucking ass off to hide where I come from and I mention that I buy my groceries at Wal-Mart one time to him and he gets uncomfortable about it. Like, if you don't like it, pay for my fucking groceries so I can shop at the goddamn farmer's market or whatever shit."

Liz slammed her fork down on the table and the glassware shook. An old woman obviously eavesdropping turned her head like she wasn't listening and whispered to her husband, who couldn't hear her. She repeated until she got frustrated and told him to forget about it. I glared at her.

"Liz, that is fucking shitty. People with money, you know?" She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm over it. Eyes on the prize."

"What do you wanna do when we get home?"

"Cyber-stalk these dudes to see if they're as hot as you say."

"You haven't done that already?"

"I've been busy being cheap, remember?"

I'm so sorry for the slow ass posting! I've been hardcore dedicated to finals. Please don't forget to vote/comment if you liked what you read!! Thank you so much for reading!