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“Don’t know.
I do know the guys are going to help him pack up and load his car.
Easton says he has a ton of shit and it’s like an all- handsondeck kinda thing.
But I hope he stays in touchat least I want him to, I can’t speak for Easton or Ryan.” She grabs the bottle again and adds more to our glasses.
“I feel like I have so much to do to get ready for this move.
So much to pack.
So much to buy.
Bedding, towels, decorationsall the things.”
“Same.” I glance around my room, not wanting to bring anything that’s in here because when I return for break, I want my bedroom to look the same as when I left.
“Want to go shopping next week?”
I ask her.
“I still have that four hundred dollars I didn’t use for my prom dress and now I have some graduation money that I can spend.”
“Next week is perfect, but, girl, you know Easton is going to insist on buying it all, his bougie ass is going to want a certain thread count for the sheets and pillows that are a certain percentage of down”
“oh my God, stop.” I laugh.
“He’s not that bad.”
“I’m glad you’re sticking up for your future husband, but, hello, we both know he’s THAT bad.” She takes out her phone and shows mea photo that was taken in his room the night of prom when we were putting the finishing touches on our makeup.
“Do you see what’s in the background of this picture?” look closely.
“Decorative towels? A few bottles of body wash?”
“Those, yes, but the man has a freaking bidet in his own private bathroom.
Do you know a single person in this world who has a bidet, never mind having one in all eight bathrooms in their house?” I put my hand over my mouth as I snort.
“I honestly didn’t even know what one was until I saw it at his place, and then had to Google it.”
“Exactly my point.” She clinks her glass against mine.
“Bougie.”
“Okay, maybe you are right.” I continue laughing.
“Should we invite the boys on our shopping trip, so they can weigh in on the things that matter, like sheets?”
“Ryan will go because he loves the Chinese food at the mall, but Easton’s approval is a must, so yes.”
“It’s a date, then.” I glance out the window beside me, remembering all the times I’d watched the boys from up here while they hung out in the backyard.
All the times I’d wished more than anything that Easton would notice me.
And, now, I’m here.
When I glance back at Sadie, the emotion starts to hit.
“I know I’ve already said this and I probably will a million more times, but I’m going to miss this.” I inhale, feeling my chest tighten.
“And I’m really going to miss you.” She sets her wine down and gets up to throw her arms around my neck.
“I know, Harp, I know.
I feel the same way.” I set my wine down, too, so I can really latch onto her.
“We can’t let too much time go by without seeing each other.
Promise?”
“Promise.” I close my eyes, feeling the first tear drip.
“How am I going to life without you?”
“You won’t be doing any of that without me.
We’re going to talk hourly, we’re going to Facetime.
Nothing is going to change aside from you seeing my pretty face in person every day” That better be true.
Because even though I’m ready for this next stage, doing it without Sadie hurts.
And the thought of having to hug her goodbye soon makes the tears drip even faster.
Easton
“Another beer?”
Blake says, walking into his room with the third six pack of the afternoon.
He told us he needed help packing up to go to college, that he had a shitton of stuff, but I never expected this.
It’s like he’s moving his whole house.
“Fuck yes,’ I answer, holding out my hand.
“Without question,” Ryan says.
“Why in the hell didn’t you hire a moving company?”
I ask, glancing around the room, seeing all the boxes we’ve done so far, knowing we have way more to go.
Blake sets the rest of the beers on his desk and starts putting another box together.
“Because I have two best friends who are more than capable of doing it.” He laughs and I want to knock his ass out.
We’ve been here for hours and we’ll still be here for a few more.
“After this, I’m not sure you’ll be able to call us friends anymore,’ Ryan says, wiping the sweat off his brow.
“This is hard ass work.”
“Tell me about it” I add, lifting a box of books out of his room to bring it into the hallway, swearing it weighs at least a hundred pounds.
I stand in the doorway, taking an inventory of what’s left.
“Why do you need all this shit anyway?”
“Because I need it,” Blake answers.
“Your bitching isn’t going to speed this process up.” He walks over to the desk and hands me another beer.
“Drink that and stop crying.” I twist off the cap and guzzle it down.
“Thanks … dick.” Ryan holds up a series of pictures from prom that were taken in the photobooth that was rented for the night and he points it toward Blake.
“Things done between you and the freshman?” He finishes with the wardrobe box and moves onto another one.
“Things never started between us.
She was just a date.”
“Then why didn’t you take Aisha if she wasn’t anyone special?” I ask.
Blake shrugs, pausing the packing to take a drink.
“I know you guys don’t like her and I didn’t want to bring her around the group since all everyone would do is fight all night.”
“Finally, a right decision.” He flips me off for my comment.
“I was looking out for you guys.”
“And I appreciate it,’ I tell him.
“Harper would have lost her mind.
It was hard enough getting her to recover from the shit that was written on the limo.
You add in Aisha and that would’ve sent her straight over the fucking edge.”
“Don’t get me started on the whore incident, it makes my fucking blood boil” Ryan says,
“Let’s talk about something important, like if the freshman put out.”
“Jesus,” I groan and drown myself in beer.
“Well, did she?”
Ryan follows up.
“She’s a virgin, Blake replies.
“That’s certainly never stopped you before,” I add. Blake goes back to his closet, taking another armful of clothes to hang those in the new box.
“It did that night. She’s the clingy type and I’m leaving for school. I didn’t want to get all involved, and then worry she might show up on campus or something.” He shakes his head.
“I sure as hell don’t need that.”
“Or the freshman’s father coming to hunt your ass down for taking his daughter’s virginity after she’s butt hurt that you peaced out to San Diego, Ryan says.
“That too,’ Blake agrees.
I feel a vibration in my pocket and take out my phone, seeing a text from Harper.
Harper: Are you guys going to be there for a while? Should Sadie and I bring you food? I glance up and say,
“Anyone hungry? Harper and Sadie are offering to bring some grub.”
“Fuck yes,” Ryan says.
“I want a Big Mac and a large pepperoni pizza.” laugh.
“You want both?”
“I’m on my fifth beer and doing manual labor. Don’t fight with me. Yes, I want both.” I continue to chuckle and look at Blake.
“What about you?”
“Pizza is fine.” Me: 2 large pizzas and your brother also wants a Big Mac Harper: We’re on it.
Anything else? Me: Just you.
Harper: Silly, you already have me.
Me: Then, go get the food and hurry over here, so I don’t have to wait any longer to really have you.
Harper: See ya soon.
“The girls will be here in no time, let’s get this shit wrapped up,’ I tell them and I drop my empty beer in his trash and go over to his bed.
Since he’s not taking any of his furniture, he instructed us not to touch his sheets or pillows.
But since I hide plenty of shit under my bed, shit I don’t want out in the open, I figure Blake does too, and he’ll need that stuff packed up as well.
I get on my stomach and take a peek undemeath, checking out the whole space between his mattress and floor.
There’s only one thing under there.
A box.
Not even a big one, it’s about the size that would fit a couple pairs of shoes.
I swipe it with my arm, dragging it toward me along the carpet and once I get it out, I notice nothing is written on the lid.
I lift it off, seeing which of the boxes we’ll need to dump this stuff into, whether it fits with his school stuff or clothes or personal itemsboxes we’ve already labeled.
But as I look inside, it takes me a minute to realize what I’m staring at.
To process each item.
To slowly put the pieces together in my brain.
And when it all clicks, I practically explode.
There are four cans of spray paintthe same color as the WHORE that was sprayed across Harper’s parents’ garage and the lockers at schooltwo of them brand new, the other two used as bits of the paint are all over the nozzle and have dripped down the sides of the can.
There’s also cheerleader paint in there, the same kind that was used on the windows of Sadie and Ryan’s car and on the limo and on the fucking mirror at school.
When Ryan and I found cans in the back of his car, he denied doing it.
I fucking dare him to deny it again.
I turn around.
My teeth grind together as I look at Ryan who’s busy packing Blake’s hat collection.
I then gaze over at Blake who’s putting the rest of his clothes into the wardrobe box.