Sugar and Spice_ An L.A. Candy Novel - Lauren Conrad [69]
Or maybe she should quit the show but postpone the job hunting. Maybe she should just suck it up and let her parents support her until she graduated from college and started her real career, whatever that was. (She’d had some fantasies recently about becoming a journalist—not a faux journalist, like the tabloid idiots who wanted to know what her favorite ice-cream flavor was, but a real journalist.) The question was . . . which college? She’d gotten five more acceptances since Columbia, and she was still waiting to hear from a few others. Pretty soon, she was going to have to make a decision: to transfer or not to transfer? And she was going to have to tell Liam, either way. (And Jane.)
If she transferred, she would have to leave Jane . . . and possibly leave Liam, unless he decided to relocate with her. That could be cool, being in a new city with Liam. But what if he didn’t want to relocate—or couldn’t because he was on the brink of his dream job right here in L.A.? If their roles were reversed, would she do the same for him? If he told her tomorrow that he had received an amazing opportunity that meant moving far away, would she follow him?
This was all assuming they still had a relationship to negotiate over. Which was questionable, since they weren’t even speaking.
She groaned and dropped her face into her hands, wondering how her life had gotten so complicated.
An IM popped up on her laptop screen. WAKE UP! Chelsea had written.
Scarlett glanced across the room. Chelsea gave her a little wave. Up front, Professor Friedman was scribbling on the chalkboard and talking about the poor nobleman trying to please his girlfriend, who had expensive tastes.
Hmm, sounds like a perfect reality show, Scarlett thought wryly. She typed, I AM AWAKE. IM JUST TRYING TO FIGURE OUT MY LIFE.
I CAN HELP WITH THAT. DRINK LATER? Chelsea replied.
YES, PLEASE! Scarlett typed.
WELL IF I MANAGE TO FIGURE OUT YOUR LIFE, DRINKS ARE ON YOU :-)
Scarlett smiled to herself. If Chelsea could solve all her problems, she would be happy to buy her whatever the hell she wanted.
Chapter 27
That Crazy, Lovesick Girl
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make your restaurant opening. How’d it go?” Caleb asked Jane. He reached across the table and lightly stroked her arm.
She smiled and squeezed his hand before reaching into her purse for her lip gloss and compact, trying to buy herself an extra moment to formulate a response. Because how should she answer this question? It was awesome! My crazy ex-boyfriend, who just got out of rehab, showed up at the party with Madison’s little sister. I think they went through most of the vodka in the place. And I’m afraid to leave my apartment because there are paps with camcorders camped outside, wanting a quote from me about the two of them hooking up. A couple of mornings, I had to have one of the PopTV production vans pick me up at the side gate so I could avoid them. . . .
Of course, she couldn’t say any of that, since the PopTV cameras were filming their dinner date at Katsuya. Instead she replied, “It was fine. Now I’m totally focused on Aja’s party next weekend. There’s still so much to do!”
“I am definitely not missing that one,” Caleb said, taking a sip of his drink. “I’ve never been to Vegas. It’s pretty wild there, right?”
“It’s a lot of fun.”
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?” Caleb joked.
“That’s what they say.” Jane forced a laugh. “Hey, here’s our food.”
The waitress set their appetizers on the table: a green salad for Jane and raw oysters for Caleb. Jane used to come to Katsuya a lot with Jesse; it was one of his favorite restaurants in L.A., although probably not anymore, not since their disastrous date in January when she’d confessed to having met up with Braden earlier that day. Jesse hadn’t taken it too well. . . .
Jane had tried to avoid Jesse at Sirloin the other night; she hadn’t been up to a confrontation or even