Avery rang his cell for the third time.
“He’s ignoring you.” Elaine said in a low voice.
“Boys.” Avery tossed her phone in front of her, casting a look at Elaine. Both girls snorted. “How’s Drew by the way?”
Elaine grabbed a bottle of nail polish off her vanity. “The same.”
They were sitting in Elaine’s bedroom, a pink and gold explosion. The walls were bright pink, as was the bedding. The pillows seemed to span every shade of gold.
“Should we ditch them?”
Avery’s eyebrows hitched higher up on her wide forehead. “You think?”
Elaine uncapped the nail polish and began painting her toenails a bubblegum pink. “I don’t know what I saw in Drew.”
“He’s not that bad.”
“You’re defending him?” She brought her foot closer to her face and blew on her big toe.
Shrugging, Avery leaned in closer to her friend. “Is there something you know that I don’t?”
“No no.” Elaine wagged the applicator brush at Avery.
Avery resisted the urge to roll her eyes, looking away instead. Her phone, which she tossed onto the bed a moment ago, taunted her by remaining silent. “What do you think he’s doing?”
“If he’s doing nothing, then why isn’t he picking up?” Avery picked up a pillow and tugged at the gold beads.
Elaine twisted the applicator back into the bottle and spread her feet out in front of her. The pinks of her toenails glistened in the golden light of her room. “You tell me.”
“I don’t know. I don’t get him.”
“It doesn’t work like that.” A frown pulled at the corners of Avery’s mouth.
Just then her phone buzzed on the bedding.
Elaine narrowed her blue eyes and reached for the phone. “Don’t pick up.”
“He didn’t pick up your calls,” Elaine emphasized the last word. “So you shouldn’t pick up his. Give him a taste of his disgusting poison.”
“It doesn’t work like that,” she repeated. “Maybe he was busy.”
She sighed, tossing the phone in Avery’s direction. “Do as you please girlfriend. Just remember who your real friend is.”