Sometimes, staying up until 2:00 in the Merrill common room has its distinct advantages. For one, it's when all the girls start 'talking shit' about classmates behind their back. Sometimes, though, there's no shit to talk and all they can do is tell the honest truth.
And that's how I learned about Tan.
Margaux, Jordyn, Arielle and I were huddled in the middle of the common room. We'd boxed ourselves in with couch cushions and were passing the time with light conversation and extraordinarily stupid YouTube videos. I don't know how, but someone broached the subject of Tan Nazer, the tall upperclassman from Saudi Arabia who lives on the second floor.
"Yeah," Margaux said casually, "She's, like, a Saudi Arabian princess or something."
"Wait, what?" Ari and I chorused.
Margaux nodded vigorously. "She lives on some gigantic estate in the middle of the desert and she has horses and she's betrothed to some prince, or whatever."
Arielle and I gaped.
"Her dad's the CEO of Nazer corporation and they're filthy rich or something. I don't remember what they do."
"Is it oil?" Jordyn suggested.*
"No, I don't think so."
"So wait," Ari said, "She's betrothed? Like, in an arranged marriage?"
"Yeah," said Margaux, "To the freaking prince of Saudi Arabia."
"What does she have to say about that?" Ari pressed, clearly flabberghasted.
"She's just sort of... Ignoring it," Margaux said, "I brought it up once and she was like 'Yeah... but, that's not for a long time...'"
I, having said nothing for the majority of the conversation, decided finally to grace the conversation with a well-placed "Holy balls."
Ari and I were silent for a while.
Finally, Margaux said "Let's watch the live-action version of Actual Cannibal Shia LeBouf."
And so it went.
*Nazer corporation provides healthcare.
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