“It’s like I said to you, I’m not sure…I still don’t know if
I’m doing this right. I don’t know what intimacy is, or how to be close to
someone. Harriet was a lot of fun, she was very pretty and very confident, she
knew who she was and what she wanted.” I close my eyes trying to push the
memory away of me catching them at it. “So I guess they were perfectly matched
for one another,” I bite.
“How did you find out?” He whispers reading
my mind.
“I caught them shagging,” I hiss.
“Do you miss him Coral?” I look up at him
staring down at the water, waiting again for my answer.
“No Tristan! I don’t miss him at all,” I
bark. He doesn’t look convinced – Great!
“Look, he was my boyfriend and she was my
best friend. I thought they both cared for me, like I did them, so to find
them…” I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “I don’t care that it ended with
Justin, it wasn’t going anywhere anyway, and I don’t think it would have
bothered me that much if I’d have caught him with someone I didn’t know…but my
best friend? If he had come to me and said he wanted to end it, in a respectful
way, and then started seeing Harriet, I wouldn’t have minded at all. I’d have
been happy for him, for both of them, but they didn’t.
“Look, I know most people don’t think like
this, but to me, your best friend should be the person that’s most loyal to
you, not the one that does the dirty behind your back with your boyfriend. It
made me feel like neither of them gave a shit about me, and that’s what hurts
the most. It had been going on for months, and when I caught them, they both
disappeared out of my life. I didn’t even get an apology. In one day I lost my
boyfriend, my best friend and my social life.”
“Your social life?” He questions.
“I’d known Harriet since school, we were
drinking buddies. I didn’t have anyone else Tristan.”
“Oh, I see,” he says frowning back at me. “You
didn’t go out with your sister?”
“No, Debs has always been more of a homely
girl, and they were trying to conceive so she wasn’t drinking. She told me she
was pregnant the same day I’d caught them two at it!”
“Hmm…” Tristan looks deep in thought, then
he gazes at me again, his eyes all deep and mysterious. “Do you know what turns
you on now?”
“Yes, you!” I say, hoping to change the
subject.
He smiles wryly at me. “That wasn’t what I
was asking, and you know it,” he says.
I close my eyes again. “What Tristan, what
do you want to know?”
“I don’t…” I open my eyes and see him run
his hand through his hair. “I guess I’m just trying to work you out, and I know
a little bit more now.”
“Yeah…enlighten me,” I say sarcastically.
“You have issues with sex.” Oh crap!
“No I don’t,” I argue.
“Yeah...you do, you were with this guy
before you got the studio, before…” he breaks off. Before I was raped! “I think you know where I’m going with this.” He adds.
“Do I really come across to you as someone
who has issues with sex?” I say with one eyebrow cocked up.
“You seem very relaxed with me …” He
says frowning deeply. “But you freaked out again today because I tickled you. I
swear it’s linked, sex, touch, men. I know there’s something you’re not telling
me…” He adds. Fuck!
“No Tristan, there’s not,” I whisper,
trying to get him off the subject. I cross my arms and pout at him, feeling
really annoyed. Tristan picks up my right foot and starts massaging it, it
should feel really good, but I’m too worked up to appreciate it.
“Are you done questioning me?” I bark.
“Yes,” he frowns.
“Good. My turn,” I say, surprising him.
“Oh?” he cocks his head to the side and
smiles wryly at me. “I’m all ears.”
“Yesterday, when I came back, you said ‘I’m
not sorry I pushed, it made you leave and it’s made me realise a few things’
when I asked you what you meant, you
I’m doing this right. I don’t know what intimacy is, or how to be close to
someone. Harriet was a lot of fun, she was very pretty and very confident, she
knew who she was and what she wanted.” I close my eyes trying to push the
memory away of me catching them at it. “So I guess they were perfectly matched
for one another,” I bite.
“How did you find out?” He whispers reading
my mind.
“I caught them shagging,” I hiss.
“Do you miss him Coral?” I look up at him
staring down at the water, waiting again for my answer.
“No Tristan! I don’t miss him at all,” I
bark. He doesn’t look convinced – Great!
“Look, he was my boyfriend and she was my
best friend. I thought they both cared for me, like I did them, so to find
them…” I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “I don’t care that it ended with
Justin, it wasn’t going anywhere anyway, and I don’t think it would have
bothered me that much if I’d have caught him with someone I didn’t know…but my
best friend? If he had come to me and said he wanted to end it, in a respectful
way, and then started seeing Harriet, I wouldn’t have minded at all. I’d have
been happy for him, for both of them, but they didn’t.
“Look, I know most people don’t think like
this, but to me, your best friend should be the person that’s most loyal to
you, not the one that does the dirty behind your back with your boyfriend. It
made me feel like neither of them gave a shit about me, and that’s what hurts
the most. It had been going on for months, and when I caught them, they both
disappeared out of my life. I didn’t even get an apology. In one day I lost my
boyfriend, my best friend and my social life.”
“Your social life?” He questions.
“I’d known Harriet since school, we were
drinking buddies. I didn’t have anyone else Tristan.”
“Oh, I see,” he says frowning back at me. “You
didn’t go out with your sister?”
“No, Debs has always been more of a homely
girl, and they were trying to conceive so she wasn’t drinking. She told me she
was pregnant the same day I’d caught them two at it!”
“Hmm…” Tristan looks deep in thought, then
he gazes at me again, his eyes all deep and mysterious. “Do you know what turns
you on now?”
“Yes, you!” I say, hoping to change the
subject.
He smiles wryly at me. “That wasn’t what I
was asking, and you know it,” he says.
I close my eyes again. “What Tristan, what
do you want to know?”
“I don’t…” I open my eyes and see him run
his hand through his hair. “I guess I’m just trying to work you out, and I know
a little bit more now.”
“Yeah…enlighten me,” I say sarcastically.
“You have issues with sex.” Oh crap!
“No I don’t,” I argue.
“Yeah...you do, you were with this guy
before you got the studio, before…” he breaks off. Before I was raped! “I think you know where I’m going with this.” He adds.
“Do I really come across to you as someone
who has issues with sex?” I say with one eyebrow cocked up.
“You seem very relaxed with me …” He
says frowning deeply. “But you freaked out again today because I tickled you. I
swear it’s linked, sex, touch, men. I know there’s something you’re not telling
me…” He adds. Fuck!
“No Tristan, there’s not,” I whisper,
trying to get him off the subject. I cross my arms and pout at him, feeling
really annoyed. Tristan picks up my right foot and starts massaging it, it
should feel really good, but I’m too worked up to appreciate it.
“Are you done questioning me?” I bark.
“Yes,” he frowns.
“Good. My turn,” I say, surprising him.
“Oh?” he cocks his head to the side and
smiles wryly at me. “I’m all ears.”
“Yesterday, when I came back, you said ‘I’m
not sorry I pushed, it made you leave and it’s made me realise a few things’
when I asked you what you meant, you
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