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The Torpedo Arrives
The morning after my fight with Peter, I had an emotional hangover the size of Texas. I felt so low, I almost didn't pick up when I saw that Ashley was calling me—but thank God I did.
“You need to come over.” The giddiness in her voice annoyed me. I’m like this in spin class too—when I’m in a lot of pain and the instructor is all peppy and encouraging, like “Thirty more seconds, you can do it!” I just want to scream at her to shut her big happy pie hole.
I rolled over in bed and looked out the window. It was pouring. “I love you, but the only person that could get me out of bed right now is a pizza delivery boy.”
“Josie, trust me, come over.”
“What is going on? Why are you being all coy?”
“Just come over!” Click. Ugh! But damn, did she know how to get me. I was too curious not to find out what was going on, so I counted to 10, rolled out of bed, and threw on jeans and a sweater.
I didn't know what to expect when I got to Ashley’s place—maybe she got a cute puppy for me to play with? Or somehow managed to get take out from my favorite college pizza place? Why does my mind always go to food?
I knocked on her door and heard footsteps skipping towards me. It swung open—and I screamed.
“Oh my God, oh my God!” I yelped, and flung myself at the person standing in front of me.
“Hiiiiii,” Nina said, wrapping me in a tight hug.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“I’m scoping out apartments!”
“What?!” I shrieked, and pulled back to look at her. The last time I saw Nina was at graduation, and her dark hair was shorter and her face much slimmer than I remembered. She was one of the girls I lived with senior year of college, and she was one of those quirky-hot kind of girls—not gorgeous in the traditional sense, but something about her people were just drawn to. She pulled so many hot guys in school that her nickname became “The Torpedo.”
“Yes!” she said, and we both started jumping up and down.
“When? When?”
“As soon as I can! I got into the teacher’s program at Columbia. It doesn’t start until January but I want to get here a little early so I can get settled and maybe find a waitressing job or something.” That was Nina—I had no idea she was even applying to school here. She was the type to just spring things like this on you at the last minute.
Ashley appeared behind Nina. “Glad you dragged your ass off your couch now?”
“Correction,” I told her. “I dragged it off my bed. And yes.”
We shut the door and filed into Ashley’s tiny living room.
“I cannot believe you’re moving here,” I gushed. “This is so amazing.”
“I know,” Nina said, sitting on the floor and tucking her legs underneath her. “What are we going to do? What have you guys been doing?”
“Josie has been dating a 50-year-old and they just broke up so we need to find her a rebound.” Dammit, Ashley. I hadn’t thought about Peter for the last five minutes, which was a record.
“Whaaaa?” Nina laughed.
“He’s not 50,” I said, shooting Ashley a dirty look. “He’s 36.”
“Oh, that’s hot,” Nina purred.
“Yeah, well it’s over,” I said. A lump formed in my throat and I tried to swallow it. “At least I’m pretty sure it is.”
“Good, because we’re going out tonight and torpedoing the hottest guys we can find.”
“In,” Ashley said. Nina looked at me.
“Of course I’m in,” I assured her. “But I am not hooking up with anyone right now.”
“Lame,” Nina said.
“I will be the best wingwoman you can ask for though.”
Nina considered this. “Good, I don't want to accidentally hook up with any pretentious hipsters, and this place is crawling with them.”
So tonight—me, Ashley, Nina, no stupid sensible shoes, and no thinking about Peter. I just need a break from it all. Nina really could not have come at a better time.
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