Although she looked ordinary, she made up for it with a high sense of fashion, and although her face was forgettable, her personality was not.
“Hi Amy,” Jamie said wondering what she might have heard about him from Chelsea. The thought of Chelsea talking about him felt pleasing. He looked around the room, turned to Chelsea and said, “I see things haven’t changed much, you’re still as tidy as ever.”
Chelsea laughed then clenched her fist like she was about to hit Jamie. He used to tease her about how her room was always untidy.
Amy chuckled but then couldn’t help laughing at Jamie’s sarcasm. “She sure is tidy,” she said.
“Laugh at me all you want woman but it’s not like you’re better than me, I’ve seen what your apartment looks like you know,” Chelsea said rolling her eyes at Amy.
There were pants and tops on the cream carpet and four pairs of jeans by the bed. They were all victims of her early morning tantrum rummaging through heaps of clothes in various suitcases, trying to find what she would wear for the day. There were still boxes everywhere, it had been five days and she still hadn’t unpacked much; she was literally living out of her suitcases.
“C’mon we just moved in here, it’s not that easy to take care of all this stuff while I’m getting to grips with graduate school. Besides, being tidy is overrated,” she said picking up the pieces and dumping them into a basket in a corner of the room.
“Well, I’ve always told you it’s a good thing you’re dating a rich guy. Your future domestic needs will be easily outsourced,” Amy said turning the page of an old Glamour magazine she found in Chelsea’s room.
Jamie had already settled into the chair by the reading table.
Chelsea threw a pillow at Amy and said, “And I have also told you a million times, he’s just an MBA student at MVU like you. Why can’t you get that into your big greedy head? Your parents’ money is not yours. You seem not to appreciate that concept.”
“Errr...when someone is the only child of a billionaire, I’m pretty sure they are rich. He’s a sole heir which means he gets everything. He’s obviously just doing an MBA just so he can learn how to manage all that money.” I guess some people don’t know what they have, she thought.
“Amy shoosh, you talk too much. Doesn’t that thing that goes off in people’s heads go off in yours?” Chelsea asked as she moved a box into a corner near Jamie. “You know that thing that warns people something is inappropriate, yours doesn’t work anymore?” She gesticulated with her hand.
“Don’t shoosh me. You did say Jamie’s like a brother to you didn’t you? I’m sure it’s OK, he doesn’t mind. In fact, Jamie what do you think? If your father was a billionaire, wouldn’t that mean you’re rich too?”
“I guess it would…” Jamie said.
“See, there’s someone with some sense. Mrs. I’m-not-a-gold-digger goody-two-shoes here is always trying to deny the fact that she’s dating a very rich young man who is going to take very good care of her. Like we all don’t like some security,” she said as she batted her eyelashes.
“Amy, I’m gonna throw you outta that window if you don’t shut your big mouth.”
“I dare ya.” She stuck out her tongue at Chelsea.
“Oh whatever, can you just shut up? You’re boring the life out of Jamie already. Say something intelligent. Right Jamie?” she asked nodding and looking at him for approval.
“Oh no, its OK. I’m not bored at all. She’s entertaining,” Jamie said still amused at how chatty Amy was–the girl talked faster than an African Grey Parrot. Sometimes he couldn’t even make sense of some of the words in her sentences.
Chelsea knew Amy was mostly just joking but she really wouldn’t like it if anyone actually thought she was dating John because of his family’s
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