Avoiding Commitment (Avoiding #1)(4)
"I wouldn't have you buying your own ticket," he said quickly. "You'd be doing me a huge favor. Of course, I would take care of you…uh…it…the ticket."
"Oh," was all she could get out. The last time she had seen him he was just out of college, poor, and practically starving for a job. Of course he would be doing significantly better financially a year and a half later. Unlike her - sitting in a hundred thousand dollars or more of debt from school with a year left to go.
"But I guess I'll let you get back to your morning. Sorry for waking you up so early. You have my number now," he said as if that solved all the issues. "You can use it if you want."
"Right. Okay. Thanks," she stated callously.
"Later."
"Bye."
She hung up the phone closing it with brutal force. Somehow, she restrained herself from flinging the stupid thing across the room. Instead, she quickly added his name into her contacts despite the nagging urge to erase his number and all recollection of the phone call and of him.
Lexi ground her teeth in frustration. She couldn't believe that after all of this time that this was why he was calling her. He had called her because he was in love with another woman. Well he hadn't said that, but it didn't matter. Jack didn't contemplate marrying someone without due cause. She shook her head hoping she would wake herself from the nightmare of what she had just heard. When that didn't work, she pushed herself off the ground, careful not to put too much weight on her sore toe, and stalked out of her bedroom into what only a resident of New York City would consider a living room.
In all truth, the living room, dining room, and kitchen were all compacted into one puny space with two doors leading into the bedrooms on either side. Grimy yellow paint crusted the walls with navy smudges appearing more prominently in some places where the last occupant had been courageous enough to paint over. The crown molding was cracked and grungy. Her roommate's sofa, which luckily had a maroon cover to hide the seventies-esque pattern, took up the majority of the room. Two large bean bags, one brown, one turquoise, sat to one side, and a black Ikea table donned the other. A brown coffee table, left over from the previous owners, which Lexi had never gotten around to replacing, was cluttered with old newspapers, coffee stains, and seemingly endless dents from late nights playing quarters. The only thing that was remotely spectacular about the living room area was the 32 inch Samsung flat screen television her parents had given her as a move-in present. A Playstation 3 rested under it that her parents claimed they had only given her because they didn't think it worthwhile getting a Blu-ray player for only a hundred dollars less. She had known better than to argue.
Dusty wood floors creaked as she moved towards the kitchen to begin brewing the pot of coffee she so desperately needed. An off-white, not particularly energy-efficient refrigerator sat along the far wall closest to Lexi's door. A window was etched into the wall just above the aluminum-plated sink giving a glossy view of the street below. Lexi prepared the coffee and water, switched the pot on, and then leaned back against the cool counter running her fingers through her brown matted waves.
Her breezy Saturday had turned from encouragingly relaxing to a spastic panic attack in the span of a short fifteen minute phone call. She guzzled a cup of the steaming brown liquid as quickly as she could muster, before moseying back toward her room to take a shower. Despite drinking the coffee black, the caffeine had barely hit her. She knew by the time she was out of the shower, any signs of consuming it would be all but completely dissipated. She scrubbed her body vigorously with expensive cranberry liquid body soap. After applying only a tiny bit of shampoo through her long tresses and rinsed, she cut the shower off, dried off, and slicked her hair back into a high ponytail. She threw on a pair of red collegiate running shorts, a flimsy black tank that revealed an inch or so of her tan toned abdomen, and a pair of Nike Shox. Making her way back into the kitchen, she poured the remaining pot of coffee into a travelers mug printed with her University's logo and scribbled a quick note for her roommate since this was the one morning she had actually woken up before her.
Forgoing a cab, Lexi trekked on auto-pilot across town haphazardly knocking into eager tourists staring skyward. She remembered being one of those clueless people when she had first arrived in town two measly years ago. Now, she could navigate the city as well as any homegrown she knew, except her best friend, Chyna.
That was precisely who she was after as she meandered down Park Avenue on the way to the Upper East Side. Often she wondered why Chyna even bothered to hang out with her. Perhaps she considered her to be a pet project. After all, they were as close to opposites as they could get. Deep down Lexi knew that she meant more to Chyna than that. It was just hard to imagine anyone like Chyna hanging out with a nobody like her.
Lexi and Chyna had met nearly two years ago standing in line at a nightclub. Well, Lexi had been in line. Chyna was someone who absolutely refused to be subjected to waiting outside at a club, when there was fun to be had on the inside. Lexi was next in line wearing a low cut top, black mini skirt, leggings, and crocodile high heels. She had been freezing her ass off in the forty degree weather, which felt more like twenty, for the past hour. Chyna arrived at the front entrance of the same locale gliding out of an onyx colored town car, and directly through the rope, not even bothering to give the bouncer a complimentary kiss on the cheek.
Lexi, having seen one too many of these girls flounce in front of her, began throwing a fit screaming about another skanky whore taking her place inside. Surprisingly enough, Chyna stopped in her tracks, turned towards her, and began questioning her about her statements. Lexi repeated herself smiling through chattering teeth the whole time. The bouncer appeared as if he was preparing to kick Lexi to the curb, but Chyna put her hand out. After a few seconds demanded the bouncer allow Lexi inside the establishment. They had pretty much been inseparable after that night.