Me: A very, very stupid boy. Are you okay?

Shay: I’m fine. I guess I should’ve seen it coming. We get a free day tomorrow and I had it all worked out. We were going to spend it together, but now he tells me we’re through and he’s going to spend it with Heather. Heather, my roommate. Heather, who was supposedly my FRIEND.

Boys are the worst. And that’s where she went wrong—dating a boy.

Shay: Why couldn’t he have done this before we left? Now I’m on this trip and trying to act like I’m fine. I’ll never forgive him if he ruins Paris for me.

Me: What did you plan for tomorrow?

Shay: Eiffel Tower, of course. BECAUSE ROMANTIC.

Me: Do it anyway.

Shay: I know. I know.

Shay: It’s dumb, but I’ve imagined my first top-of-the-Eiffel-Tower kiss since I was ten.

I grin, and I can’t help but be glad he’s an idiot. This Steve guy has gotten so many of her firsts. He doesn’t deserve that one too.

Apparently I don’t reply fast enough, because her next text comes through before I can.

Shay: Okay. It IS dumb, but I can’t help it.

Me: He’s doesn’t deserve you or that kiss.

Shay: Or maybe I’m a bore who “studies too much and isn’t fun anymore.”

I sincerely hope Heather has crabs and shares them with Steve. It’s the least he deserves.

Me: Nah. I’m right on this one.

Shay: It’s time for our nighttime bus tour, so I have to put my phone away. Please don’t tell my family what happened. I don’t want them to worry about me.

Me: You can always trust me with your secrets.

Shay

I scowl at my phone. Did I think Easton was going to text me all weekend just because I’m heartsick?

He could’ve at least responded to my last message. I sent it this morning because I needed to complain to someone that Heather and Steve sucked face the whole bus tour and then she snuck him into our room after she thought I was asleep. Assholes.

Easton didn’t reply. There’s a time difference to account for, but still. It’s almost six p.m. here, so that means it’s almost nine in the morning in LA.

Easton is right about one thing, though. I should spend my evening doing everything I planned, and while our whole group will go to the Eiffel Tower together next week, I really wanted to go alone first, when I wouldn’t have professors droning on about the architectural wonder of it. I want to enjoy it on a visceral level the first time I go, and I shouldn’t miss out just because Steve decided he’d rather be with Heather.