From the Jump

by Lacie Waldon

Gossip Girl.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been doing everything I’m supposed to do. And look where it’s gotten me. I’m stretched thin, literally.

“Want a ride, gorgeous?”

My guess goes to the time she held a box of his records over the edge of a balcony, threatening to let go if he wouldn’t admit Taylor Swift is the greatest songwriter of our generation.

“I was enjoying having you all to myself.” He looks over, and the orange from the sky reflects off his lenses. “It seemed like a good way to make it last longer.”

“Yes, darling?”

I didn’t have time for him. Not when there was so much more fun to be had with my friends.

“I’ll work on Harry Styles and Niall Horan for next month,”

Machiavellian