Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In S3 Pt2 - Welcome to New York

LA has made me soft. What the fuck am I doing? I don't recognize this voice, I can't actually see the person, and they know my name in the middle of the night. It is New York etiquette 101 to not talk to strangers on the street, especially as a young woman in the dark.

He came closer and the faint street light hit his face. Holy shit. I hadn't thought about this guy in years. He was in the year above me. I always had a slight crush on him. It was one of those "if he gave me the chance, I would take it" scenarios. I didn't think that he actually knew who I was, certainly not where I went to college.

Y/n: Spence?
Sp: I knew you remembered. You were totally in love with me.
Y/n: What?! No, I wasn't.
Sp: Chill, I'm just fucking with you. I'm glad you didn't forget me.
Y/n: I could never...
Sp: Yea, you were pretty hard to forget too.

Hellooo???? I was hard to forget? Damn. Thank you for that ego boost. I needed that. But, seriously... Popularity wasn't really a thing at my high school. It was just whether people knew who you were (your face, name, or both) or if they didn't. It wasn't really that anyone was left out. You kinda got to choose what you wanted to be. If people didn't know you in freshman year, it didn't mean that they wouldn't know you in junior.

It was weird and entirely untraditional, but it worked. However, Spencer Langley was popular. In my sophomore year, everyone obsessed over his friend group. They were the hot juniors. They comprised of skaters, basketball players, baseball players, soccer players, models, artists, and musicians. Then of course, there were the people that kinda did nothing except be hot and funny.

It was every flavor of New York boy in one group. Let me preface with the fact that New York boys may be the most terrifying breed of guys in America. Well, maybe Texas, Alabama, and Florida have us beat...

Anyway, they could not give less of a fuck about you; they act like they're the shit, and they honestly might be; their egos need to be pulled out their ass with industrial pliers; and they are either funny and short or dry and tall. You absolutely cannot win with them. They'll lead you on, maybe get with you, want to fuck, then dip as soon as possible.

Spencer was among the three most wanted guys. His best friends, Archer and Morgan, were also adored. I snapped Morgan for a while, but he tried to set me up with Spencer. I wasn't complaining, but I got too scared to actually do it. Also, Jax kinda fucked that up for me, but what's new?

Sp: So, what're you doing back in New York? You're out at UCLA right?
Y/n: Yea, I am. I just... I had to take a little break from LA.
Sp: You didn't drop out, did you? You're too smart for that.
Y/n: No, no. I didn't drop out. It was- other stuff.
Sp: Oh shit, my fault. I didn't mean to get all up in your business.
Y/n: No, it's fine. Don't worry about it.
Sp: Well, whoever it is, if you need me to fuck them up a bit, just call me.
Y/n: How would I do that if I don't have your number?
Sp: I gotta hand it to you. That was smooth. Gimme your phone.

Did I really just say that? Me? Did I actually do something right in talking to someone? Something about his personality is just easy to respond to in a snarky way. He's genuinely not arrogant. He just has flirty humor. That just so happens to be my favorite type of humor, so this is fun.

Sp: You know, you look different now.

The fuck is that supposed to mean??

Sp: Not in a bad way at all. It's just different. You and your friends were kinda like little sisters. You're definitely not that anymore.

Little sisters? Really? Fucking little sisters? What were we, just the annoying little girls that were obsessed with her brother's friends?? No. I refuse to believe that that is how they saw us.