There were a few cream-colored couches where people sat and read books or chatted in quiet tones on their phones. Potted plants were in the corners of the room. Placed around the room were coffee tables and end tables-most with neat stacks of magazines, and others with vases of flowers. I’d curl up with Misty of Chincoteague, one of my favorite books, and read for hours. It looked like a spot I’d never leave during the winter if I lived here. Gleaming gold fireplace tools were hung on the hearth. The gold elevators looked imposing, and elevator attendants waited to offer assistance if necessary.Ī giant stone fireplace, surrounded by crimson high-backed chairs, cast heat across the lobby. A security guard monitored people heading for one of the six elevators. The white-and-sandy-colored marble floors gleamed. “You have exactly two seconds to gawk before I shove you back in the car,” Heather said to me. She smiled at him and we walked into a lobby that looked like something out of a movie set. I followed her as a doorman tipped his hat, opening the door to let us inside. The trunk of the car slammed shut and an attendant came and picked up Heather’s and my suitcases, loading them onto a cart. I’d wanted Paige to be more sensitive about everything. It had been too much after I’d suffered through Homecoming week-forced to do activities with Jacob (my ex-almost-boyfriend) and Eric (my ex-boyfriend). Paige had accused me of being jealous that Ryan was her boyfriend because I didn’t have one. In a flash of images I saw Paige and me standing in the bathroom just off the Canterwood Crest ballroom. Not the awful fight Paige and I’d had last night at Friday’s Homecoming dance. “Forgot what I was going to say.”īut there was no way I could forget. “Sorry,” I said, directing my gaze back to the building. “Sasha!” Heather said, putting a hand on her hip. We’d been planning this fall break forever, until. The last time I’d been to NYC was when I’d visited Paige last summer. “I-” I shook my head, not wanting to finish the sentence. “At least act like you’ve been to a real city before.” “Paul was going to come around to your side next,” Heather said. I scrambled out after her and she sighed. He got out of the car, opened Heather’s door, and offered her a hand. His brown hair was streaked with gray and he had been supernice to us on the ride from school. The driver, in a crisp black suit and red tie, halted the car. I didn’t want to think about my fight with Paige. Until last night I’d been supposed to stay with my best friend and roommate, Paige Parker, but. This was where I’d be staying for Canterwood Crest’s weeklong fall break. If you’re acting like this now, you might have a stroke when we get inside.” She flicked her blond hair over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. Twenty-four hours ago I’d never imagined I’d be spending fall break with my former arch nemesis. I PEERED OUT THE TINTED WINDOW OF HEATHER Fox’s Lincoln Town Car and stared up at her building on Park Avenue in NYC.
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