Bad Idea by Nicole French

Author:Nicole French [French, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Raglan
Published: 2017-11-07T16:00:00+00:00

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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Nico

The next day, I switch buildings with Flaco. I must look like an even bigger idiot than I thought, because he doesn’t even put up a fight about missing out on the modeling agency. It should feel like the jackpot. I get to be the hot delivery guy to a floor full of eight-foot-tall Amazons who’d all like to go slumming in between TV executives and the CEOs they’re escorting in between modeling gigs. But even after I get two numbers slipped to me on the first day alone, I couldn’t care less.

All I see are big blue eyes with a sweep of black lashes. A heart-shaped mouth that’s a puzzle-piece match to mine. Layla.

The rest of the week and the next drag on, and every day I try something, anything, to make me stop thinking the way I do. I go out to Jersey, but all I can see is her there. I come back to Manhattan, but I only wish she were with me. I spend the entire weekend helping my mom weed through her magazine collection. I take extra shifts at AJ’s and even volunteer to work the door Sunday night at another club uptown.

I even volunteer to watch my sister’s kid, Alejandra, at night and in the morning, because I’m not sleeping anyway. It’s a good idea at first––Allie’s a great distraction. But then it gives Maggie a minute to patch things up with her boyfriend, and by the next week, they move back to his apartment. So now I’m alone at my place again, with nothing but my thoughts and my sketchbook. And there’s only one thing I’ve been interested in drawing.

By Friday the next week, I am breaking the fuck down. I take my lunch break in the truck, watching the entrance of the Fox and Lager building like a fucking stalker. It’s been over a week since I last saw her, and like a junkie, I need my fix. I tell myself that it’s because I just want to make sure she’s okay. She didn’t look like she had totally recovered from the flu. I want to make sure she’s taking care of herself.

Flaco, like the friend he is, keeps me company, eating his sandwich like a horse and shaking his head at how pathetic I am.

“I told you,” he says through a mouthful of chicken cutlet. “She looks fine. She was out sick a few more days, but she’s been there all week, and she looks fine, mano.”

I set my sandwich on the dashboard of the truck. The pastrami tastes like cardboard anyway.

“Nico,” Flaco says. “Why don’t you just tell her?”

“Tell her what?” I’m absent, keeping my stare glued to the glass double-doors of the building. If I look away, I might miss her when she arrives.

Flaco smacks me on the shoulder. “What do you think? That you’re fuckin’ in love with her.”

My head snaps at him like it was on a slingshot. “What?”

Flaco rolls his bug-eyes. He’s a tall, skinny dude with big eyes and lips like a frog.

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