BAD REP(94)
“7:00 it is.” I replied, grinning as he walked backwards down the hall, his eyes still on me.
Closing the door after Jordan, I let out a contented sigh. “So things are good in fairytale land I see?” Riley asked, plopping down on the couch and turning on Myth Busters, her favorite show. I sat down beside her and laid my head back.
“Yeah, things are pretty great,” I admitted, rolling my head to the side so I could give her a big smile.
She smiled back. “Good, it's nice to see you happy and not moping around here like some sort of Cure reject.” I rolled my eyes.
“How's Damien?” I asked. I didn't see much of the two of them. Riley usually went to his house by campus. I secretly thought Damien was weirded out by all the girl stuff in our apartment. The last time he had come over he about had a coronary when I accidentally left a box of tampons on the kitchen island. He was so awkwardly cute that you wanted to pinch him.
“Eh, things are fine,” she said a little moodily. I recognized that tone. She wasn't happy. I sat up and turned to face her.
“What happened, Riley. Spill,” I urged. Riley sighed and flicked off the TV.
“It's nothing. I'm probably being stupid.” She tried to wave it away but I wouldn't let her.
“If you're upset, it's not nothing. So what's up?” Riley let out an exasperated huff.
“Okay, so there's this awesome film festival down town this weekend. And I got us tickets because I thought it would be a pretty cool surprise. I mean, Damien is a freaking art major.”
I nodded. “Sounds cool to me,” I said supportively. Riley nodded her own head.
“Yeah, right? Well, I gave them to him last night after we were done with our shift at Barton's and he told me he couldn't go. That he promised his roommate they'd go to the driving range. Can you believe that? He's ditching me and a film festival for golf?” Her voice rose in pitch and I knew she was more hurt than angry.
I wanted to laugh. What I wouldn't give for simple disagreements like that. But it seemed when Jordan and I fought it was due to jealousy and insecurity. Maybe one day we could fight about him playing golf when I wanted to go shopping. It just seemed so nice and normal. But Riley was worked up and laughing would only earn me a seriously pissed off roommate.
So instead I patted her hand. “Well, he made a promise to his roommate, Riley. You wouldn't have any respect for someone who blew off their prior commitments. Because if he could do that to his friend, why wouldn't he do that to you? I think he's being kind of cool, actually. You know he'd probably rather go with you,” I reasoned. Riley rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm being stupid.” I squeezed her hand.
“Not stupid, you're being normal. What girl wants to be sidelined for sports? But at least he made his plans before you got the tickets. Otherwise, I'd tell you to kick his ass.” We laughed together and I could tell Riley was over her irritation.
“So, what do you have planned this weekend? Wanna go to a film festival?” she asked, pulling the tickets out of her pocket.
“Sure, why not. Could be cool,” I agreed and Riley smiled. “See, now we get a girl's day out of it! Score for both of us!” I enthused. Riley threw a pillow at me.
“As long as you don't try to give me a makeover, we're good.” I pretended to pout but I knew any efforts to dress my best friend would be deftly evaded. The girl beat to her own drum, that's for sure.
“Jordan's taking me out on a date tonight,” I said, after Riley had turned the television back on.
“Oh, yeah.” she said nonchalantly. Okay, she sounded too blase. Which could only mean...
“You know what he's planning, don't you?” I asked, grabbing the remote out of her hand and muting the television.
“Hey, I was watching that!” she complained but she couldn't contain her smile.
“What is it? Where's he taking me?” I jumped up and down on the couch, holding onto her hand. Riley laughed and shoved me away from her.
“Calm down or you'll have an aneurysm. Let's just say, the boy has romance in his soul.” Now I was intrigued. And really, really excited.