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She wiggles her ass at me. “You remember Johnny?”
“The guy from the coffee shop?” I ask, trying to recall Johnny’s face.
“Ooh, yeah.” Naomi cracks two eggs into the pan. “He had this massive water bed. The boy reached places in me nobody’sreached before, do and it’s not like his technique was good. The bed kept moving. And so he kept going deeper.”
She lets out a large chef’s kiss. “Best sex of my life. It’s a pity he got back together with his ex, or I would have definitely gone back for more, provided he still had that water bed, of course.”
I groan at the thought of phenomenal water bed sex.
“My dry spell is never going to be over. I need to get laid.”
The sizzling of the eggs reaches my ears, and I hear the toaster click to indicate that the toast is done. My fingers are still moving over the textured paper as the face I’m drawing begins to get a few more features.
“The last time I tried to get with someone, it was a fucking disaster,” I recall.
Naomi brings her plate to our chipped coffee table and sits down on the carpet, her expression heavy. “It still pisses me off. Ricky is a fucking asshole. He needs to grow a pair.”
“I saw him the other day, and that bitch Ashley,” I tell her, focusing on shading the piercing eyes on my paper. “She brought up the video again.”
Naomi’s hand freezes in mid-air. “What?”
I try to shrug, but even six months have done nothing to mute the humiliation I’ve had to endure.
“That bitch!” I can hear the fury in my friend’s voice.
I channel my anger into my art piece. “I gave back as good as I got, though. You would have been proud.”
“I told you back then that you should’ve just kicked her ass when she leaked that video of you!”
I look up at Naomi, my own jaw tight. “You know I can’t do that. I don’t want to lose my scholarship. There’s just one more year, and then I’m done.”
I look down at the face that I’ve drawn, and, to my shock, it’s a familiar one.
Naomi probably notices my expression, and she leans over. “What is it?”
When she sees the face, she lets out a whistle. “Fuck. He’s hot.”
“That’s my boss.”
Her jaw nearly drops. “The one who-“
I nod mutely.
I’ve captured Mr. Middleton’s intense eyes, the cutting edge of his jaw, the slick hair that he always has pushed back.
I let out a rushed breath. “I should toss this.”
“Are you kidding?” Naomi retorts. “It’s freaking fantastic. And you have class right after your shift at eight in the morning. Just put it in your bag. You have to submit it. It’s not like he’ll know.”
That’s true.
I carefully seal the page in a file and tuck it into my bag. Then, I can just put it in my locker at work and head to campus.
“By the way, can I borrow some of your clothes? I’m supposed to dress the part for this new position, but I barely have money for rent this month, much less a nicer outfit.”
Naomi stares at me, a gleam in her eyes. “Oh, this is the moment I was waiting for. Let me dress you, Cinderella.”
“What? No!” I scramble back. “Absolutely fucking not!”
