Status Updates From She Gets the Girl

[SPOILER] “Besides, even if I could tell Natalie about it, she’d probably think it was kind of lame. She was always saying that about my job at Tilted Rabbit, telling me she wished I didn’t work behind the counter … I used to wonder sometimes if maybe she was embarrassed that I cleaned up glasses and poured drinks instead of banging out a sick bass line, but I shake it off now, just like I always have.” 🤨

[SPOILER] “Honestly, I was just thinking you’d be so focused on trying not to make a fool of yourself in the game that when it was over, you wouldn’t be so in your head when it came to Cora,” she replies. “I had a feeling she’d want to look out for you, but I think we got a little lucky, too.” Oh, alright
I’m kind of disappointed, but it makes sense

[SPOILER] “How did you know that would all happen? Me getting plowed. Cora coming over to help me. It was weirdly perfect,” I say.
“I paid her to lay you out,” she admits, and my jaw drops open.
“You did not!” I yell, incredulous” LMAO

[SPOILER] “Is this the step in your plan where you tell me I need to get in shape and then we hit the gym? …”
“What? … No. … I know I’m fucking pretty, … but I’m not the self-absorbed, shallow bimbo that everyone thinks I am. … don’t put words in my mouth.”
“Okay,” I say more firmly, realizing maybe I’m the one who’s being the jerk this time. Who’s judging her. “I–I’m sorry. Really.” THANK YOU

“I love all books, but the classics are what got me through my childhood. There’s something reassuring in books and stories older than you are. Still talked about long after they’ve been written and long after their writers die. When the world around you is on fire, there’s a certain kind of comfort in that.”

[MINOR SPOILER] “She tears the bottom of her paper off … After writing, something down, she slides it over to me …
I unfold the note, deciphering her messy scrawl. You guys want to grab breakfast after class?
I look over at her, confused, but I am pretty hungry.
“Sure,” I whisper, giving her a shrug. Her entire face drops into a straight line.
“Give. The. Note. To. Cora,” she whispers.
Ohhhh.” T_T

[SPOILER] “[Natalie] called me the next morning, going on a rant about how I was probably “up to my usual shit” and couldn’t be bothered to reply to a text or call her. Never mind the fact that she hadn’t replied to any of my messages …
But I remind myself that she wouldn’t be acting this way if I hadn’t given her reason to feel like this in the first place.” This is NOT healthy

[SPOILER] “Maybe you’re projecting … I mean, it works out in the end, though, doesn’t it? … Everyone rides off into the sunset, completely content with their happily ever after …”
… “Yeah, but who knows what happens after they ride off into the sunset?” … “Listen, I’m not saying it will … But why does it have to be bad after that?”
… she’s right.
… Why do I automatically assume that it will be?” This is SO important

“If I die here, all twenty-six dollars in my bank account belongs to my mom. Which, I guess, means it really belongs to Lydia’s Liquor Store, just past the gas station two blocks away from our house.
That thought, surprisingly enough, pushes me forward.” At least she’s able to joke about it 🫠

[SPOILER] “Vanilla latte.” The barista slides it across the counter, and it’s go time before I’m ready. I try to time it perfectly, but I come in way too hot, trying to catch up with her, and my hand knocks the cup over, sending coffee all over the pickup counter.” … 🫠

[SPOILER] “all at once it dawns on me that she wasn’t judging me.
She was just… frustrated. That she couldn’t find a way to get close to Cora.
I think about our game of Never Have I Ever. All the rounds Molly was left sitting there with five fingers. All the rounds she got us all out with all the things she hadn’t done …
And now I feel like the biggest asshole in the entire world for what I said.” Yup.

“Back in my dorm room, as I wait for the invitation to come in, I find myself thinking about what I did wrong today.” Okay, yeah, social anxiety

“After the women finish their PowerPoint, Christopher tells me he’s getting lunch with his floormates as my stomach growls. Instead of inviting myself along with them, I part ways with him and eat in the farthest corner of the cafeteria so I don’t accidentally run into him.” Why??? Social anxiety?

“Do you remember Kristen Osborne? … She’s a senior now, and her sorority is having a party tonight up by Sutherland Hall. You should come.” He says it like it’s nothing, like my mom inviting me along on a grocery run. But it’s not nothing to me.
I haven’t been invited to a party since I was in middle school, when kids were forced to invite everyone.” HELL YEAH

He laughs, hard. …
“Oh, really? You never told me that before,” he says. “Well, just a free banana, then.” I love his reaction

“I thought we were going to play some games,” I admit to Chris, who is struggling to keep his laugh quiet. “What the heck am I doing here?”
“Free banana?” He shrugs. “Plus, you’ll always know how to properly use a condom.”
“Yeah, I’m, like, super gay,” I tell him. I’m so embarrassed, the words tumble out before I can even obsess over them.” I love her