“Okay, I lied. I didn’t actually hook up with Brendan”
“I KNEW IT!”
“Well, that was a pretty mundane assumption for a bunch of PhD’s,” she said, throwing her bag on the couch followed by herself, with equal vigor. “All you saw was me leaving the party with him”
“Uh, and your text?! ‘Hfb gyus hokng p w2 brdn!!!!1’?”
“Wait, give me that,” she said, grabbing the phone out of Merrel’s hand. “Okay, that’s totally supposed to say… Have you guys seen a bird. Because I lost…my bird.”
“Your bird?” Merrel asked, half-amused, half-skeptical, as China chimed in, “the letters don’t even match—”
“Yes, okay. My bird. My aunt got me this bird when she was here visiting, and I kind of lost him”
“Whatever Stace. My only problem right now is I can’t tell if you made up the text or if you actually did hook up with him because of this new bird thing”
Stacy rolled her eyes and said, “Not my problem. Anyway, I gotta get to my meeting. Love you guys, bye”
She pulled out a pair of sunglasses that covered most of her face (she had a pretty small face, she told herself) and strode out into the sunlight. She cursed her black hair for soaking up the sun. “Can I get a break?!” she screamed upward.
As though to answer her, a cloud snuck in front of the sun, and Stacy muttered a grudging “thank you” as she put her lipgloss on. This meeting was important.