Nathan nodded after a moment of reflection. "I'll just wait for you here. Dinah's off tomorrow, right?"
Crap. Camila looked away, focused her gaze on the computer monitor and the awaiting paper, which seemed, at that moment, the lesser of all evils. "Um, actually, she's coming with me."
Nathan's silence unsettled her, and Camila forced herself to look at him. "Why?" he asked.
"Harry wants her there."
Nathan nodded. "I see."
"They've known each other forever, Nathan. It makes sense—"
"Save it, Camila. Just... call me whenever." The slamming door punctuated his statement.
"Great." Camila muttered, shifting to adjust the weight of the laptop on her lap. "Just great."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The hotel restaurant was as upscale as it was noisy. The mutter of conversation threatened to drown even the distinct sounds of clattering silverware, as the VIPs in the room chattered on in dull, monotonous voices. Lauren stifled a yawn, and stirred her drink. "This place is lame."
"I know," Adrian agreed, drawing his glass of beer toward his lips and taking a sip.
"Oh I don't know," Ally piped in, "I kind of like it."
"That's because you're lame." Adrian replied, and Lauren laughed softly. "We should've gone somewhere else for dinner. It's our last night in New York."
"Until next time," Lauren answered. "Provided you're still unemployed and bored."
Adrian frowned and leaned his elbows on the table. "I'm not unemployed. I'm between projects."
"Well, if you need a quick paycheck, I'm sure I can find you something." Lauren replied.
"No, thank you." Adrian reached for his beer again. "I want nothing to do with your seedy Hollywood money."
"Oh, good, then I guess you're paying for dinner." Lauren picked up the menu. "Mmm, good thing I'm starved."
Adrian smiled. "I'm here merely as a favor to you, Smarty Pants, and you know it."
"And I appreciate it." Lauren turned serious for a moment. "I don't know what I'd do without you sometimes."
"Oh, gag," Ally said. "It's no wonder people keep asking me when you two are tying the knot. You're nauseating."
"I love you so much Adrian."
"And I love you, Lauren. My heart beats—"
"I beg you to stop. For the sake of my appetite."
Lauren smiled to herself. "So, Adrian, are you going to call her?"
"And the cryptic use of pronouns was lost on him," Adrian said, by way of an answer.
Ally leaned forward. "Call who?"
"Adrian got a girl's number today," Lauren revealed. She so enjoyed watching Adrian squirm. "He seems to have a thing for brown heads."
Adrian's eyes widened in horror, and he glanced nervously at Ally, who tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear.
I'm so going to pay for that, Lauren mused, but she didn't care. It was entirely too entertaining. "So," she said, casually, "are you going to call her?"
"I wasn't planning to." He said, while his eyes tossed daggers in her direction.
Lauren shook her head. "I'll never understand you. Why bother getting her number if you have no intention of calling it?"
"What's the point of calling her when I'm leaving tomorrow?"
"To say, 'Hey, I'm just calling so you don't think I'm an asshole.'"
"Oh yeah, that's charming." Adrian shook his head.
Lauren shrugged. "I'm just saying if it were me, I'd want you to call. Ally, wouldn't you want him to call?"
"Um..."
"See, she'd want you to call."
Adrian rolled his eyes and reached into his back pocket. A second later, he produced the card with the number in question. He placed it in front of Lauren. "If you care so much, you call her."
"Now that I'd like to see." Ally stated.
Lauren glanced at the card, then up at Adrian and Ally. They were both watching her expectantly.
After a moment of consideration, she reached for her cell phone.
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"... and then he slammed the door," Camila concluded. She licked the ice cream off the spoon and shook her head. "He's so infuriating sometimes."
Dinah nodded, reaching across the table to dip her own spoon into the tub of Cherry Garcia. "Well, I, for one, am glad he's not going with us tomorrow. There's only so much of Nathan I can take before wanting to poke my eyes out with a rusty fork."
"That paints a lovely image, thanks."
"Speaking of painting—"
"No, I didn't," Camila answered before the full question was finished. "I haven't painted a thing in two weeks."
"I maintain it's sexual frustration."
"Noted."
"So, how's the paper coming? Did you finish?"
"I'm sitting here eating ice cream and whining about my boyfriend. Of course I haven't finished. I got as far as—" The telephone interrupted the rest of her statement. "Ugh, I'll get it. I'm sure it's Nathan, calling to yell some more." She reached for the receiver, while simultaneously licking ice cream from the side of her mouth and standing. If she was going to get into another fight, she needed space to move around. "If you're calling to continue the fight, Nathan, don't bother," she began, and Dinah instantly gave her the thumbs up.
"And before you say anything," she continued, spurred on by Dinah's support, "I think it's really shitty of you to get mad at me because my stepbrother chose not to include you in his personal affairs. Sometimes, you really are a spoiled little brat, you know? And I'm getting tired of being your little lapdog. I'm sorry, if Harry isn't as in love with you as the rest of my family is, but I can't do anything about it. And if you think I'm just going to sit here and feel guilty because my family doesn't include you in every little event, then you're sadly mistaken. So, the next words out of your mouth better be, 'I'm sorry.'"
Silence greeted her, save for a lot of background noise.
"Nathan?" Camila pressed.
"Uh, I'm sorry," said the female voice. "Wrong number."
Camila lowered the receiver from her ear and closed her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Dinah asked. "Camila?"
"It, uh, wasn't Nathan." She answered after a second.
Dinah dissolved into uncontrollable laughter.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Lauren placed the cell phone back on the table and regarded her companions. "Sorry, Adrian, looks like she's already cheating on you."
"But you didn't say anything," Ally stated.
"Believe me, I didn't have to." Lauren smiled. "Think she was expecting someone else. A male someone."
Adrian crossed his arms. "Guess she moves on fast. And here I thought I was the player."
"All the world's a stage..." Lauren replied.
Chapter Four
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