Sand and Clay by Sarah Robinson Read Free Book Online

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deal. I was just ready to go home.” Caroline said, attempting to stay vague.
    “Caroline, Logan Clay, a famous
musician, was calling your name down the hallway as we rushed away like we were
fleeing the scene of a crime.
    I mean, if your shoe had fallen
off, it would be like the rock and roll version of Cinderella.” Aralia scoffed
back at Caroline, refusing to let the issue drop at vague.
     
    “I thought we had a moment, I thought
there was something there. It was stupid. I should have known better, just like
you said he is a famous musician.” Caroline said, sighing.
    “What does that mean? Shit,
Caroline, did you hook up with Logan Clay. THE Logan Clay?” Jackie interjected,
her eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.
    “No! Of course not, I’m not like
that. I mean, not really, there was just a quick moment where I thought we were
going to kiss but, I don’t know, we didn’t. Okay?” Caroline stammered, trying
to explain herself, but how could she explain to them what had happened when
she didn’t understand it herself?
    “Caroline, what happened?” Aralia
probed again.
    “I thought something was going to
happen, he gave me this whole speech about how he couldn’t stop thinking about
me since we met on Monday. It was all so romantic, I just got caught up. I
should not have let my guard down like that. Just when I thought something was
going to happen, he pulls away and then his girlfriend walks into the room.”
Caroline said, speaking faster with every syllable she uttered as she felt the
anger rushing back to her, sitting like a rock in her stomach that she would
rather of grabbed and thrown right at his face.
    “His girlfriend?!” Aralia and
Jackie gasped in unison, as they balked at her, begging for further details.
    “Yeah, the girlfriend he didn’t
mention. Of course. He is just a player, stereotypical musician. I shouldn’t be
surprised. She walks right in and they kiss right in front of me and then he
leaves with her. I mean, the nerve of him to try and seduce me, pretending he
has feelings for me, drawing a painting of me, telling me that he never felt
this way before. Seriously? Those are such lines. Stupid me, I fell hook, line,
and sinker until Gina walked into the room. BAM, fantasy shattered.” Caroline
was ranting now.
    “Wait, wait, who is Gina?” Aralia
asked.
    “He drew a painting of you?” Jackie
asked at the same time.
    “Gina, his girlfriend. Well he said
it was of me, but it’s probably just a ploy he uses to get women.” Caroline
said, taking a deep breath and calming down. Aralia and Jackie stared at her,
their minds trying to absorb the breadth of information that she had just
rained on them. At that point, they were at the front of the line and the cab
driver opened the door for all of them. They squeezed into the backseat and
gave directions back to Caroline’s place. The car took off in the typical
unsafe New York taxi jerk into oncoming traffic, pulled a u-turn, and headed in
the direction of Caroline’s apartment.
    “Don’t brush him off so quickly,
Caroline. I mean, the guy is a rock star. That kind of scores him some bonus
points, you know. Plus, I know you pretty well and your judgment is rarely off
base. If you thought he meant those things he said, then maybe he really did.
Aside from the entire girlfriend fiasco, it sounds unbelievably romantic.”
Aralia said to Caroline in the cab.
    “I guess, but the girlfriend part
is a pretty big part to leave out.” Caroline responded. Jackie and Aralia both
nodded in agreement and then began chatting about their night and the men that
they had met. Jackie had met a security guard whose phone number was written
down the side of her arm and Aralia had met a group of gay men that she was
going to go clubbing with next weekend. It wasn’t long until the taxi jolted to
a stop in front of Caroline’s apartment building. She climbed over Aralia and
hopped out of the cab, waving goodbye to the girls as they