Fragile Little Things ?

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Mae’s cheeks are flushed.

I gasp. “Oh. My. God. Are you blushing?”

She scowls. “Shut up.”

Of course, I don’t shut up. “You’re blushing. This is insane. I’ve never seen you blush before.”

She makes a dismissive sound. “Whatever. Moral of the story is that I should’ve spent less time with boys. They’re so useless.”

“Not all . . . ” I pipe quietly, and once again, my mind strays to thoughts it had only managed to escape for a brief moment.

“Oh my God, Indigo did you just Not All Men me? Jem must be fucking the sh—”

I slap my hands to my face. “Oh my God, shut up!”

“You shut up!”

“You shut up first!”

We stare at each other for a while like we both realize that our conversations are filled with way too many Oh my Gods and shut ups, and we just burst into laughter.

Mae rolls her eyes as she sobers. “Okay but seriously, did you… ?” She raises her brows twice.

I give her a pointed look. “No, we did not, for your information.”

She lays back on the bed. “Well I can tell you all you want to know about me and Scar—”

I lift a hand. “Mae, trust me, I do not want to know a single thing about you and my roommate.”

“Really?”

I sigh. “You’re going to tell me anyway aren’t you.”

She passes me a smug, close-lipped smile. “You know me so well.”

*

Whoever’s apartment we’re in right now must be freaking loaded. The place is huge, and I’m pretty sure it’s a penthouse or something. White marble floors, sleek furniture and fully glass windows for walls. Light from the city pours through the space, casting a glittering glow on everything.

In the end, I went with a glitter halter top and light wash jeans, and I carried a coat, even if it messed with my outfit a little. Scarlett was wearing a long sleeved little black dress and Mae chose a pool-blue bodycon.

“I’m gonna go get something to drink,” Mae yells to me, over the music.

Scarlett just follows after her without bothering to say bye. Typical. I take the opportunity to peruse the scene.

There are people everywhere. I recognise the tall Indian girl, Rhia, in the crowd. Her blonde friend isn’t with her this time. She’s laughing at something a guy from the basketball team is saying to her. There are a few familiar faces I see around campus, too.

“Hey! Indie!” I turn to the familiar voice to find Ace walking over to me, another one of Jem’s friends trailing close behind him. With dark hair and chiselled features, he looks like he could be a model. Ace is pretty, too, but more in a boy next door kind of way.

“You’re Indie?” The guy who looks like a model says.

I nod. “Yep.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” he says, “I’m Logan.”

I wonder what he means. He smiles at me, but he seems distracted, and he keeps glancing in the direction of the tall girl— Rhia, and his jaw clenches like he’s very annoyed about something.

“Where’s Jem?” I ask Ace.

He shrugs. “He doesn’t really like parties. I’m gonna go get some drinks, you want something?”