Not into you, Book 1 Page 12
“So?” I ask.
“So, if you don’t go, you’re going to get some bad karma or something,” Dylan says.
“I already have bad karma.” I shrug. “I’m living with my ex!”
30
I go to my room and slam the door. It’s 5 a.m. and I have class in a few hours. I need more sleep, but there are more pressing matters.
“So? Are you going to tell me what happened?” I ask Juliet.
“I’ve been dying to tell you,” she says and climbs into my bed.
“I first saw Dylan at a club a few days ago. He was dancing and drinking, but then he saw me and started moaning about Peyton. That girl really fucked him up. She’s in love with her R.A. now, did you hear that?”
I nod.
“Anyway, I got tired of his complaining, so I kissed him.”
“Just like that?” I ask. “Where? How?”
“We were standing at the bar waiting for our drinks. He was talking on and on about Peyton. I told him that he needs to move on. That the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. Then he started complaining about dating and how hard it was, blah, blah, blah. So, I asked him what dating had to do with it. He just stared at me like I’d lost my mind. Then I leaned over and kissed him.”
“And?” I wait with anticipation. “How was it?”
“It was good. He’s a really good kisser. Well, you know that already,” she says nonchalantly. I’m glad that it’s pitch black and she can’t see me blush.
“And tonight? What happened tonight?” I ask.
“I saw him out again. I wasn’t going to come over. I wanted to party and dance and let loose but he came over to me. Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance” was playing and everyone was going wild. He said that he liked kissing me and kissed me again.”
“Oh my God!” I squeal like a little girl.
“We made out for a while and then decided to come back here. I was going to sneak out of his room sometime later, but you two were out there forever. What the hell were you doing anyway? Then I fell asleep. Can you believe it? I actually slept over at a guy’s place? This is big for me.”
“You live here,” I say. She shrugs.
“Still a big deal,” Juliet says.
“And?” I ask. “What happened between you and Dylan?”
“I’m not telling you that,” she says. “It’s private!”
“No! You can’t leave me hanging like this!”
She shrugs again. She gets out of my bed and climbs into her own.
“I need to get some rest.”
“Did you guys do it? Tell me that, at least.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” She rolls away from me.
I can’t believe she’s leaving me hanging like this. It must only mean one thing. She really likes him.
“Fine.” Juliet turns back around. “I’m just going to tell you one thing about tonight and that’s it.”
I wait impatiently.
“If I were Peyton and he did to her what he did to me tonight, I’d never let him go.”
I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling for a few moments. I listen to Juliet’s breathing and I know that she’s not asleep yet. Even if I’m wrong, I don’t care.
“So, what does this mean then?” I ask. “Are you two, like, dating?”
“No. I can’t date him! He’s a mess. Plus, I don’t date,” Juliet says.
“Oh, c’mon. I think you like him.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do!” I insist.
“Well, you like Hudson. Are you two going to date again?” she asks. She shuts me up and falls asleep.
I flip over on my stomach and stare out of the window. The sun won’t be up for a bit, and New York is still asleep. I’m not much of a morning person; I can barely drag myself out of bed at 9 o’clock. I no longer feel the least bit sleepy and I decide to go for a walk.
I’ve never seen New York at this hour. Riverside Drive is wet from last night’s rain and it glistens in the morning sun. There are a few joggers and dog owners out braving the world, but otherwise the park is empty and feels like it’s all mine. I sit down on the bench and search my purse for a pen and a new thank-you card.
* * *
Dear Hudson,
Thank you for walking in on Simon and me. Things were moving too fast and I think I would’ve regretted what was about to happen if you hadn’t walked in. I can’t tell you this in person, out of fear that your already enormous head will get even bigger, but it was nice to sleep with you again. I hate that you didn’t get my permission (though I wouldn’t have given it) and that Simon found us, but it was nice. It reminded me of all those sleepovers we used to have when we were kids. Back when we were really friends. I hope we can get back to being those kids again sometime. I don’t know what I will do if we can’t.
Love,
Alice
* * *
A bird prances to me just as I finish the letter. The pigeon looks at me inquisitively, tilting her head from side to side. I spread my arms open to show her that I don’t have any food. When she convinces herself that I’m not lying, she walks away.
I come back upstairs with fresh bagels and donuts. The bakery on the corner just opened and I couldn’t resist not getting something from their first batch of the day. When I walk in our suite, I expect to have some time to myself to enjoy a cup of coffee over some morning news. Instead, I find Hudson studying at the dining room table.
“That smells amazing,” he says.
“You can have some. I’ve got plenty.”
He had made a fresh pot of coffee and pours me a cup. We don’t speak for some time while we eat the sugary goodness and drink our coffees. The silence between us is comfortable. We have known each other long enough to not have to talk all the time. I relax and lose myself in the moment. When I come back to reality, I glance over at Hudson, who has buried himself in his Econ notes. None of the formulas make any sense to me and I’m grateful that I’m not taking that class.
“So, I’ve given it some thought,” I say. “And I was wondering what I’m supposed to wear to this masquerade ball of yours.”
His eyes light up and a wide grin spreads over his face.
“Thank you so much! Thank you, thank you!” Hudson pulls me up to my feet and gives me a big hug. He then presses his lips onto mine and gives me a big kiss. I taste the sweetness of a chocolate donut on his lips and inhale the aroma of fresh coffee.
At first, the kiss feels like something a friend gives another. A friendly kiss without much meaning. As I try to pull away, it suddenly morphs into something else. Hudson seems to be just as taken aback by it as I am, but neither of us pulls away. At least, not in time. Instead, we linger. A little too long. When we finally do pull away, the tone of the morning has changed. Clouds blow in and kill the sunshine outside. Darkness descends on us and we stare at each other without saying a word.
“So, what should I wear?” I ask, trying to change the subject. Something deep within me tells me that if we were to talk about this, what had just happened, the whole world would disappear. I know this to be true the way I know that I will come back down to Earth if I jump up in the air.
“Um, it’s black tie. So, a gown and a mask should be fine,” he mumbles.
I nod and leave.
31
Juliet and Dylan are so annoying. Now that they’re sleeping together out in the open, Hudson and I have to sneak around to make sure that we don’t disturb them. Luckily, for me, though, they stay locked in Hudson and Dylan’s room, not Juliet’s and my room. I don’t know how Hudson puts up with it, but he has been a good sport about it so far.
Simon and I have also managed to mend fences. The day after the incident, I looked for him everywhere on campus and finally managed to track him down in the coffee shop on Amsterdam Avenue. After an hour of talking about it, he agreed to give me another chance, which I know I don’t deserve. I don’t know why I pushed for the second chance so much.
The kiss. It has been days since the kiss. The kiss that Hudson and I still haven’t talked about and probably never will, if I have any say in it.
Besides the kiss, there’s something else that has been weighing on my mind: the masquerade ball. I am going with Hudson to his stupid event and that’s yet another thing that I haven’t told Simon about. I’m not sure I owe it to him. He’s not my boyfriend or anything, but the feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me that I’m wrong. I should tell him. I just can’t.
I’m pretty sure that if Simon knew about the ball, he’d never want to see me again. I like him. I hate to admit it, but the fact that Hudson hates him makes me like him even more. Simon’s the first guy I’ve really liked in a long while. I don’t know where this thing with him is going, but I don’t want to ruin it before it gets the chance to get off the ground.
I shouldn’t feel bad about not telling, right? This masquerade ball isn’t anything. Hudson’s with Tea and I’m with Simon. Hudson and I are friends who are going to a party together.
I pound on Dylan’s door. I can hear them inside. They sound as if they’re reinventing sex in there.
“Go away,” Dylan mumbles through the moans.
“I need to talk to Juliet,” I say.
“Go away,” he says, louder this time.
I refuse to give up. I need expert advice. I can’t do this without her.
“Juliet, I need your help,” I plead. “I need to get a gown for that masquerade ball and I don’t know where I should go or what to get.”
Suddenly, all sounds disappear.
“You’re leaving? Really?” I hear Dylan’s shocked voice through the door.
“She needs me.” I hear Juliet say through the rustling of clothes. I smile. Girls before bros! Juliet’s my girl.
After a few hours of extreme shopping – searching through five stores and trying on at least fifteen dresses before I stopped counting – we finally get back home with my entire outfit. We found the dress in the last place we looked – a little nondescript boutique in Soho called Francesca’s. The dress is a gold Ralph Lauren sequined v-neck gown that “catches the light in all the right places and doesn’t make your hips look any bigger than necessary,” according to Juliet.
I don’t buy a pair of shoes because Juliet has again insisted on lending me a pair of hers. As for my mask, since this is a masquerade ball, after all, it’s a black mask with jewels and feathers that Juliet found at this posh Halloween boutique in the East Village.
“That mask makes your eyes look amazing!” Juliet says. “Wait till I do your makeup – you won’t be able to keep Hudson’s paws off you.”
She’s talking like that and she doesn’t even know about our kiss.
“I don’t want Hudson’s paws on me,” I say.
She rolls her eyes. “No, you want his paws on you, but you want to get to reject them.”
I can’t stand this anymore. “Okay, can we stop talking about paws, please?” I ask.
The following evening, Juliet and I spend two hours getting me ready for the ball. I tell her that she doesn’t have to help if she doesn’t want to, but she insists. She reminds me a lot of Cher from the movie Clueless – she can’t walk away from the chance of giving someone a makeover.
The door to our room is open due to all the hairspray fumes, which would undoubtedly kill us otherwise. I sit in the chair in front of Juliet’s mirror while she blow-dries and then curls my hair. From here, I can somewhat make out the conversation taking place in the other room.
“I’m so glad you’re in.” I hear Dylan say to Hudson. “You’ll see you can’t go wrong working with this guy. He guarantees a 15% return on investment, no matter what.”
“I didn’t know that was possible,” Hudson says.
“Oh, yes, it is. Bank says that it’s not to the public, but it’s a complete lie. They just don’t want to get in trouble in case something happens.”
“So, then something can happen?” Hudson asks.
“No, that’s the beauty of it. This deal, it’s just for insiders. Everyone’s doing it. At least, everyone who’s connected,” Dylan says. “My dad made $8 million last year with this guy. He’s the man.”
“Are you hearing this?” I ask Juliet. She shakes her head and shrugs.
“Do you know how much Hudson has invested?” I ask.
Juliet shrugs again. “I don’t know, Alice. You know me. I don’t much care for how money is made, only how it’s spent.”
My heart grows heavy as a thick black cloud descends around me. Whatever this investment thing that Dylan has going, it’s not good. Hudson doesn’t have much money. Definitely not enough to lose in some Ponzi scheme.
Finally, I’m dressed. Juliet’s five-inch heels are pinching my toes and my heels are already aching even though we haven’t even left the building. I complain to Juliet.
“It’s because you don’t wear heels enough,” she says. “If you wore them at least a couple of days per week, then your feet would get used to them and just go numb like other women’s feet.”
The thought of wearing heels a couple of days per week scares the shit out of me. I can make it through tonight (I think), but there’s no way I’m subjecting myself to this punishment for eight hours a day a couple of times per week.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I can’t help but admit that I do look beautiful. My hair falls around my shoulders and frames my face in waves. It minimizes my strong jaw in just the right way while, at the same time, bringing out my eyes. My eyes look about twice as big as they ever have thanks to Juliet’s expert makeup and eyelash application. It requires a lot of strength to keep my eyes open, but when they are open, they look magnificent.
“Oh my God,” Hudson says when he sees me. “Alice.”
I look at him. He takes a step back and catches his breath. The sight of me has literally taken his breath away. Honestly, I didn’t know that was possible.
“You’re enchanting,” he whispers and kisses me on my cheek.
Enchanting? I was expecting cute, pretty, perhaps beautiful. Not enchanting.
I look Hudson up and down. He’s also dressed to the nines in a black tuxedo. With his tan, gorgeous hair, and twinkling eyes, he looks a little bit like James Bond. I’ve never been attracted to James Bond, didn’t really know what all the fuss was about, but suddenly I catch myself hoping that Hudson’s carrying a sleek, sexy gun and is about to assassinate some oppressive dictator.
“You’re quite handsome yourself,” I say.
Dylan looks up briefly from his Xbox game. “Well, well, well. You both clean up well,” he says.
32
Hudson led me down 116th Street to a large brownstone on the corner. Frat row in New York is a little different from other places – here, frats have brownstones. Hudson knocks on the door, but no one answers. We can hear music blasting inside, so he tries the handle. It’s open and we walk in.
Inside, the party feels like a whole different world. It’s as if college and Amsterdam Avenue and 116th Street and New York in general don’t exist at all. Instead, all that exists is this magical world where everyone’s dressed in lavish gowns, tuxedos, and masks. Ah, the masks. The masks are everywhere. Some people are wearing masks that cover their whole faces and others wear the ones that cover just the eyes. The masks are nearly as lavish as the gowns. Most are covered in feathers and beads and silk. Each one is more ornate than the next. Do these people actually go to school with me?
I’ve been to many Halloween parties, but this one seems entirely different. There’s something mystical about people wearing masks and gown
s – they appear so normal and yet extraordinary.
I follow Hudson along the wall as he greets his new friends and introduces me around. Much to my surprise, all the guys are quite polite and charming. Do I dare say it? Classy. They shake my hand and tell me how beautiful I look. A few poke fun at Hudson by saying that I’m slumming it by hanging out with him. He laughs, of course, and in that laugh, I don’t hear a hint of annoyance.
While we wait for my Long Island Ice Tea and his whiskey, I look around the room and start to look at Hudson in a whole new light.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks.
“I don’t know. It’s just not what I expected,” I say with a shrug.
“And what did you expect? Keg stands and red cups? Beer pong?”
I nod. Of course. This is a frat party. Isn’t that the reputation?
“You shouldn’t be so judgmental, Alice,” he says. He hands me my drink and takes a sip of his. I didn’t think he would take this so personally.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“I know you’re biased against frats. I know you think they’re lame or just some excuse to drink all day or something. But they’re so much more.”
I nod. Maybe he’s right.
“You know, I brought you here to show you that your view of frats is not the only one. They also have parties like these.”
“I know, I’m sorry. Perhaps I was a little too quick to judge,” I finally say.
“Oh my God. Are you actually admitting fault?” He grabs his heart in shock.
“Yes, I did. I am wrong sometimes. Not often, but sometimes,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Now, let’s go dance.”
The dance floor is crowded and the music is so loud I can barely hear myself think, let alone hear anything that Hudson says. Quickly, we let go and lose ourselves in the music. My dress isn’t too tight and I love the way it sparkles in the light.