6
Caterina
He is such an asshole.
Asshole with a capital f*****g A.
A f*****g Asshole.
An FA.
Stick to your popsicle sticks and glitter. Little does he know, I have five New York galleries inquiring about my work. Five. Mr. Fix it thinks I’m beneath him, but why should I be surprised? That’s classic coming from him.
“Cat?” a voice pulls me from the vulgar rant on Marcus Kent in my head.
I look up from straightening up today’s activities to find my roommates, Ava and Charlie, waiting by the cabin door. We carpool to work together and my gaze slips to the wall clock.
“Oh, I’m sorry, girls.” I rush to finish so we can get home.
“We’ll help.” Charlie digs in right away, helping me place the crayons in the canisters while Ava closes the glue bottles and places them by the sink.
“Than
