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Here’s the thing, Pilar is not a not-like-other-girls kind of girl.
But sometimes, things just go too far.
“You’re not drinking that,” says Pilar.
“Uh, yeah, dude,” replies Felix, “I think I am.”
He takes a big slurp of the pink monstrosity clutched in his hands.
“I thought people went to places that weren’t Starbucks so that they didn’t get those types of drinks.”
She waves a hand to the non-fat, honeydew, pink drink on the table.
“It’s good,” says Felix around his straw, “You should try it.”
And Pilar is ready to say, no, no way, not even if Billie Eilish begged her to do it, but stops.
She narrows her eyes shrewdly. “Is that a dare?”
Felix’s eyes light up, and he replies, “Oh, yeah, it’s a dare. In fact, 20 bucks if you can drink the whole thing.”
“25,” she counters.
“I don’t wanna see a drop,” he replies, holding out a hand.
They shake on it, and Felix sets the cup down in front of her with more seriousness than the situation calls for.
Pilar takes off the top, glaring at a smug Felix over the brim.
“One, two,” he starts to count.
Pilar downs it.
“Ow, ow, brain freeze,” Pilar says as Felix doubles over laughing.
Pilar blindingly kicks out at him, refusing to remove her head from the table.
Felix yelps way too loudly for a bruised shin, and Pilar opens her eyes a bit. “What?”
“Lake,” he whispers back, horrified.
“Oh, hey,” Lake greets, walking up to their table.
Pilar sits up in her chair, not wanting to miss this for the world.
“Uh, what’s up?” Felix asks. He tries to strike a pose but ends up knocking the empty cup off the table.
Pilar bites back a laugh.
“Nothing. Nothing,” Lake says airily. “Other than the fact that I posted nine Instagrams today, and you didn’t like any of them. And you like everything. You even liked it that time I accidentally butt‐posted a picture of the inside of my pocket.”
Pilar can’t hold a snort back at that, and Felix glares back at her.
Lake crosses her arms and huffs. “So what’s your deal?”
“Um, I’ve, um…”
He is floundering so hard, and Pilar, feeling bad, reaches out and pats his hand.
Lake stares.
Felix stares at her hand.
Pilar stares at Felix staring at her hand and thinks, ‘Oh, shit.’
“Oh,” says Lake, and dread crawls up Pilar’s spine. “I see.”
Pilar’s mind shouts, ‘No, no, no, you don’t see!’ but her mouth doesn’t get the memo.
Lake walks away in the direction of the bathroom.
“Soooooooooo,” Felix draws out, still staring at Pilar’s hand.
Pilar snatches it back, placing it in her lap, thinking viciously, Bad, bad hand.
They look at each other.
Pilar opens her mouth and says, “You still owe me twenty-five bucks.”