*Shaun*
"So, have you talked to Nina?" Hope asks me as we walk from the bar to our table.
"Not since the party," I say, sitting down.
Hope makes an annoyed face. "I guess she’s too busy with her fake life."
"What are you talking about?" I look at her. Hope can be a bit out there at times, but it’s not like her to be downright mean.
"I guess you didn’t see how she was acting that night," she says, her voice slightly condescending.
I take a sip of my drink. She is not being fair to Nina here. "I saw how you were acting."
"At least I was real," she retorts, sipping from her drink before placing her glass down. "She ran around that party like, ‘Look at me, I’m Hollywood’s new sweetheart.’ Two weeks ago, I was holding her hair back as she puked in the bushes."
"I was actually the one ho
