soundtrack: billie jean (cover) by the civil wars (it's amazing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PgNqe7m5kK4)
life's buried secrets
FRIDAY, JULY 22: Girls, get those little black dresses out. Tonight we are going to one of Manhattan's most exclusive clubs. It's a night to go crazy and forget about the events from earlier this week.
“If only your students could see you now,” I teased as I looked up at Bill.
He laughed and took a sip of his beer. “I still can’t believe you dragged me out for this.”
“Lighten up,” I nudged him.
“Well, well, well,” I heard Grant say as he snuck up behind us. “What have we here?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not in the mood for putting up with you being... well... you.”
Grant smirked as a laughed escaped from his lips. “Oh Anna.”
Bill was looking intensely at Grant. “Are you wearing leather pants?”
He nodded. “I look dangerous, something which ladies love. You on the other hand? Did you just finish story time with the five year olds?”
Bill fixed the blue checkered button down shirt he was wearing. “No.”
“You look like it,” Grant told him and took a sip of his scotch. “No girl is going to want to have sex with someone wearing tweed.”
“I’m not wearing tweed,” Bill reminded him.
“You might as well be.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Seriously you guys? I’ve seen five years more mature than you two.”
Bill sputtered a laugh. “What have I done?”
“Oh Billy,” Grant smirked. “Your denial is really unbecoming.”
I thought back earlier to today at the diner. I had been busy juggling shifts as usual. The diner had been crowded more so than usual, leaving me with barely any time to breathe. I could’ve sworn I saw her - my daughter that is.
Well, technically she wasn’t mine anymore. I had given her up for adoption. All I knew was that her name was Julia and she was living somewhere in New York.
So maybe that’s why I had gotten so excited when I caught a glimpse of her. She looked like the girl I had seen in that New York Times article. She even looked like the age she’d have to be for it to make sense.
Did I go over there and try to talk to them? No, I asked Sav to switch tables with me. I chickened out big time.
“Anna,” Bill nudged me.
I blinked my eyes, snapping out of my daze. “Sorry,” I murmured the apology and took a sip of my drink.
“Now if you excuse me, I see a redhead over there with my name all over her,” Grant smirked.
“You can’t spend your entire life sleeping with a different woman every day,” I called to him.
He looked back over at me and laughed. “I can try.”
I rolled my eyes and looked at Bill. “Tell me why we’re friends with him again?”
Bill shrugged. “We feel sorry for him?”
I laughed at that and took a sip of Bill’s beer. I noticed he was still looking at me so I stuck my tongue out in hopes of breaking the silence.
He laughed. “Hey, so I know this week has been a bit... tough for you.”
I nodded my head. “Mhm?”
“I just thought that maybe you’d want to go get dinner sometime. Get your mind off of things and everything, you know?” He looked over at me slowly, almost as if he was scared what I would say.
I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”
I nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”
Grant came walking back over, face dripping wet from some alcoholic beverage. Bill and I tried to hold back the laughter but it was pointless. We both burst out laughing much to Grant’s dismay.
“Yeah, yeah, keep laughing,” he grumbled.
“Oh Grant,” I laughed and shook my head.
“Can we just go,” he asked, eager to leave. “This place is tainted.”
I looked over at Bill who nodded. “Okay,” he agreed, smiling like a fool.
“Bill, a quick piece of advice,” Grant said as he patted Bill’s shoulder.
“Oh this ought to be interesting,” I muttered under my breath.
“Never hit on a girl that’s with a group of friends,” he explained.
I laughed. “What did you say then that made it so bad?”
Grant looked around sheepishly. “I was going to get myself a beer, but you ladies looked more appealing.”
Bill and I burst out laughing while Grant looked on humiliated.
“F-ck you guys,” he cursed before storming out.
We followed close behind, still laughing. “Oh Grant... will you ever learn?”
Bill shook his head. “No.”