·another Cadillac nosebleed, I’m out of gas·

[❀ Melíssa]

      Oliver stared at the girl in shock. “You’re not serious?”
      “Well, I’m not sure yet,” the PR intern began slowly. “I’m just… a little late.”
      “How late is a little? Five minutes? Five days? Five weeks?”
      “Three days,” her lips barely moved.
      Raking his hands through his hair, Oliver ran past all the scenarios in his head. “You told me you were on the Pill. When we ran out of condoms, you said it didn’t matter. Basically, you lied your ass off.”
      She shook her head emphatically. “I didn’t! I am on the Pill, I have been for years. But it’s not foolproof.”
      “Clearly,” he remarked dryly, as he began pacing his office. The girl remained quiet. He paused at the window, staring out over the streets of Midtown Manhattan, glimpsing Central Park down in the distance. Almost ten full minutes passed before he turned around, and found the intern still seated at the other side of his desk. “Don’t you have some work to do?” he spoke sharply, not even watching as she jumped up and scurried from the room.”
      At the door, she almost crashed into Troy. “Jesus!” he exclaimed. “What did you do to her?” he asked Oliver as he came into the room, followed by Nate and Parker.
      Shaking his head, Oliver offered a simple, “You don’t want to know. What are you guys even doing here? Shouldn’t you be in school?”
      “Um, it’s called ditching,” Nate spoke. “You should try it sometime. It works wonders for me.”
      “Sénia is going to kill all three of you. And me too. And then send you to military school.”
      “How can she do that if we’re already dead?” Troy asked.
      “Shut up. What kind of trouble are you trying to get into?” Oliver gazed out the window again, surprisingly welcome to the distraction.
      Parker was the first to offer a suggestion. “Dave & Buster’s? It’s either that or Bleecker Street, but I don’t think they’ll let me in.”
      “Dave & Buster’s it is,” Oliver pulled his jacket off the hook next to the door, “It’s only a few blocks to Times Square; are we walking, or are you ate lazy asses gonna ask me to spring for a cab?”
      “Nah, your cheap ass can keep your wallet in your pocket, we’ll walk,” Nate laughed as the boys darted to the elevator like ninjas, not wanting to be busted by their parents.