out
a breath frustrated with herself for letting that slip.
“How did you know?” I can’t
believe she knew and never told me. What the hell kind of friend is
she?
“He called me to come and pick him
up.” She lets her blond bangs fall across her eyes to shield
herself from my stare.
“Did you?”
“Yes I did; he begged me to come
and get him. I couldn’t say no.”
“Trish, you always say no; what’s
going on here?” I ask becoming more irate by the minute.
“Eli was going through a rough
time when you wouldn’t take him back; I was just being a
friend.” Her words are innocent but her tone is laden with
guilt. Her cell phone rings.
“Hold on, its Billy.” She
answers the phone, “Hey sweetie, what’s up.” She
listens for a moment. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, I’m
dropping a friend off. Don’t start without me.” She hangs
up the phone with a gleam in her eye.
“Who’s Billy? We didn’t
go to high school with anyone named Billy,” I ask, bewildered
at the break in her pattern.
Trish gets a crazy gleam in her eye like
she’s been very naughty. “Kevin just pulled an Aiden. He
just packed some of his shit one day while I was at work and wouldn’t
return my calls.”
“He probably went back to his
wife.” I remind Trish about Kevin’s marital status.
“Thanks,” she says sharply.
“I figured that was his way of breaking up with me.”
“And let me guess: Adam was
unavailable?” I really don’t like how she plays these
guys, which is why relationship advice from her is so hard to
swallow.
“Shut the fuck up, Shay. I was
feeling down about it, that and no one would let me see you at the
hospital. I decided to take some down time, you know, from men.”
She looks straight ahead at the road and then to me when we come to a
stop light. “But my phone rang with an unknown number and I
answered it.”
“Yeah?” This is a new one.
“Well it was Billy; it was a wrong
number. But when I told him it was the wrong number he said ‘That’s
a shame; you sound sexy as hell.’” Trish squeals and
bangs on the steering wheel enthusiastically.
“Trish, you totally fell for a
line from a wrong number?” This is stooping pretty low, even
for Trish.
“Anyway.” Her eyes widen and
she continues, “We talked for awhile and we decided to meet
up!”
“And he’s at your house
now?” That’s creepy. “What is he like?”
“Well that’s the thing; he’s
kind of young.” She looks away.
“How young?” God, if she’s
just skipped from high school boyfriends to boyfriends in high school
I’m going to slap her.
“He’s like nineteen, I
think.” She raises her eyebrows, “And he's amazing in the
sack. You can’t keep a good man down.” She winks.
“Nineteen? Seriously?” I
mean I guess it isn’t that bad, Trish is only twenty-one but
still, nineteen seems so young to me. “And you’ve already
slept with him? Jesus Trish, you’ve probably scarred the poor
boy for life.”
“There’s only a few years
difference between us; besides age ain’t nothing but a number,”
she quips pulling into my driveway, “And I haven’t
scarred anyone; this boy knows his shit. He’s teaching me
lessons between the sheets.”
“Trish, that’s just gross.”
I mean sure I go back and forth between Aiden and Eli, but that’s
different. There’s so much more to say but I’m stunned
looking at my house in shambles. A gasp escapes me. Windows are
boarded up in the front and there’s a blue tarp tacked to the
roof.
“Fuck me,” Trish says
looking at my house. “Are you sure it’s okay to leave you
here?”
“Yeah, I’m just getting my
car and probably going to head to my Dad’s house,” I lie.
“Good, stay the hell away from Eli
and Aiden if he ever shows his face around here again.” The
anger squints her eyes into slits.
“I know.” I’m too
tired to argue, “Thanks for covering for me with Eli.”
“My pleasure; any time I can stick
it to one of
a breath frustrated with herself for letting that slip.
“How did you know?” I can’t
believe she knew and never told me. What the hell kind of friend is
she?
“He called me to come and pick him
up.” She lets her blond bangs fall across her eyes to shield
herself from my stare.
“Did you?”
“Yes I did; he begged me to come
and get him. I couldn’t say no.”
“Trish, you always say no; what’s
going on here?” I ask becoming more irate by the minute.
“Eli was going through a rough
time when you wouldn’t take him back; I was just being a
friend.” Her words are innocent but her tone is laden with
guilt. Her cell phone rings.
“Hold on, its Billy.” She
answers the phone, “Hey sweetie, what’s up.” She
listens for a moment. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, I’m
dropping a friend off. Don’t start without me.” She hangs
up the phone with a gleam in her eye.
“Who’s Billy? We didn’t
go to high school with anyone named Billy,” I ask, bewildered
at the break in her pattern.
Trish gets a crazy gleam in her eye like
she’s been very naughty. “Kevin just pulled an Aiden. He
just packed some of his shit one day while I was at work and wouldn’t
return my calls.”
“He probably went back to his
wife.” I remind Trish about Kevin’s marital status.
“Thanks,” she says sharply.
“I figured that was his way of breaking up with me.”
“And let me guess: Adam was
unavailable?” I really don’t like how she plays these
guys, which is why relationship advice from her is so hard to
swallow.
“Shut the fuck up, Shay. I was
feeling down about it, that and no one would let me see you at the
hospital. I decided to take some down time, you know, from men.”
She looks straight ahead at the road and then to me when we come to a
stop light. “But my phone rang with an unknown number and I
answered it.”
“Yeah?” This is a new one.
“Well it was Billy; it was a wrong
number. But when I told him it was the wrong number he said ‘That’s
a shame; you sound sexy as hell.’” Trish squeals and
bangs on the steering wheel enthusiastically.
“Trish, you totally fell for a
line from a wrong number?” This is stooping pretty low, even
for Trish.
“Anyway.” Her eyes widen and
she continues, “We talked for awhile and we decided to meet
up!”
“And he’s at your house
now?” That’s creepy. “What is he like?”
“Well that’s the thing; he’s
kind of young.” She looks away.
“How young?” God, if she’s
just skipped from high school boyfriends to boyfriends in high school
I’m going to slap her.
“He’s like nineteen, I
think.” She raises her eyebrows, “And he's amazing in the
sack. You can’t keep a good man down.” She winks.
“Nineteen? Seriously?” I
mean I guess it isn’t that bad, Trish is only twenty-one but
still, nineteen seems so young to me. “And you’ve already
slept with him? Jesus Trish, you’ve probably scarred the poor
boy for life.”
“There’s only a few years
difference between us; besides age ain’t nothing but a number,”
she quips pulling into my driveway, “And I haven’t
scarred anyone; this boy knows his shit. He’s teaching me
lessons between the sheets.”
“Trish, that’s just gross.”
I mean sure I go back and forth between Aiden and Eli, but that’s
different. There’s so much more to say but I’m stunned
looking at my house in shambles. A gasp escapes me. Windows are
boarded up in the front and there’s a blue tarp tacked to the
roof.
“Fuck me,” Trish says
looking at my house. “Are you sure it’s okay to leave you
here?”
“Yeah, I’m just getting my
car and probably going to head to my Dad’s house,” I lie.
“Good, stay the hell away from Eli
and Aiden if he ever shows his face around here again.” The
anger squints her eyes into slits.
“I know.” I’m too
tired to argue, “Thanks for covering for me with Eli.”
“My pleasure; any time I can stick
it to one of
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