the voice gave the distinct impression she’d been up for hours already didn’t help her irritation at all. She shook her head to clear away the sleep and immediately realised that it was a bad idea. It only increased the throbbing and as she peered around sleepily, she realised that Mitch had indeed legged it.
She’d suspected as much when the phone had woken her alone in her bed but she’d held out hope that maybe he was in the kitchen making breakfast or something. But apparently not and her irritation spiked again. No good-bye, no thanks for last night, no note, no nothing. Fucking great. It wasn’t like she wanted to fucking marry him and have his babies or anything but fuck, there was such a thing as common courtesy.
Sarah was still babbling away and Rachel realised that she’d missed almost everything her friend had been telling her. Her stomach was starting to somersault and even though she really didn’t give a fuck what Sarah had to say, she snapped a reply. ‘What?!’
There was a slight pause on the other end of the line and Rachel realised she might have been a little abrupt. Not that the bitch didn’t deserve it after last night.
‘Well, well, is someone feeling a little seedy this morning?’ Sarah’s voice was so bright and cheerful that Rachel was glad she wasn’t present. The temptation to stab her would be just too much. ‘Speaking of which, how’d it go last night? Come on, gory details.’
‘It was alright,’ Rachel croaked and had to remind herself it was allegedly one of her friends she was talking to.
‘Just alright? Come on.’
There was a pause and Rachel rubbed at a bleary eye with the palm of her hand.
When Sarah’s voice came back it was still cheerful but there was a slight edge of irritation to it.
‘Well, I’ll expect a full report once you’re feeling a little more sprightly but that’s not really why I’m calling. As I was saying, even if some of us weren’t listening, it’s about that guy last night… Um… Your neighbour… What’s his name again?’
Sarah’s voice dropped out just long enough for Rachel to form the thought: like you don’t fucking remember.
‘Ben. That’s it. It’s about Ben.’
‘What about him?’
‘Well he’s a strange one for sure.’
Which is why I didn’t want you to fucking invite him over last night.
‘It didn’t seem to bother you that much,’ Rachel said, attempting a jovial tone. It didn’t work. It came out bitchy. Fortunately Sarah answered with a throaty chuckle.
‘Well, I was also pretty drunk last night.’
Not that you sound it bitch.
‘But he is a weirdo if you ask me,’ Sarah continued, ‘he’s pretty obsessed with you.’
Rachel ground her teeth a little, ‘Why? What did he do?’
‘Well first promise not to freak out. That you won’t do anything stupid.’
Rachel ground her teeth some more. Her hand was starting to cramp from how tight she was gripping the phone. ‘I promise. What’d he’d do?’
‘Well, it’s just that he kept asking questions about you. Stuff like whether you had a boyfriend and that. If you were close to your family, that sort of thing.’
‘What did you tell him?’ Rachel could feel a slight pulse beginning to beat at her temple. As the bitch hesitated she felt like roaring: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU TELL HIM?!!
She’s not a bitch. She’s your friend , the voice spoke up and Rachel caught herself just as she was about to let rip.
‘What did you tell him?’ she repeated through thin lips in a near whisper.
‘Well in all fairness I will say that I was really fucking drunk and, you know, I thought he was interested in you. Thought it’d be a good back up plan if Mitch didn’t work out.’
Like fuck you did , Rachel screamed in her head. She could feel her eyelid fluttering rapidly over her left eyeball but, despite her best efforts, couldn’t seem to stop it.
‘I sort of told him it all, you know. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. It
She’d suspected as much when the phone had woken her alone in her bed but she’d held out hope that maybe he was in the kitchen making breakfast or something. But apparently not and her irritation spiked again. No good-bye, no thanks for last night, no note, no nothing. Fucking great. It wasn’t like she wanted to fucking marry him and have his babies or anything but fuck, there was such a thing as common courtesy.
Sarah was still babbling away and Rachel realised that she’d missed almost everything her friend had been telling her. Her stomach was starting to somersault and even though she really didn’t give a fuck what Sarah had to say, she snapped a reply. ‘What?!’
There was a slight pause on the other end of the line and Rachel realised she might have been a little abrupt. Not that the bitch didn’t deserve it after last night.
‘Well, well, is someone feeling a little seedy this morning?’ Sarah’s voice was so bright and cheerful that Rachel was glad she wasn’t present. The temptation to stab her would be just too much. ‘Speaking of which, how’d it go last night? Come on, gory details.’
‘It was alright,’ Rachel croaked and had to remind herself it was allegedly one of her friends she was talking to.
‘Just alright? Come on.’
There was a pause and Rachel rubbed at a bleary eye with the palm of her hand.
When Sarah’s voice came back it was still cheerful but there was a slight edge of irritation to it.
‘Well, I’ll expect a full report once you’re feeling a little more sprightly but that’s not really why I’m calling. As I was saying, even if some of us weren’t listening, it’s about that guy last night… Um… Your neighbour… What’s his name again?’
Sarah’s voice dropped out just long enough for Rachel to form the thought: like you don’t fucking remember.
‘Ben. That’s it. It’s about Ben.’
‘What about him?’
‘Well he’s a strange one for sure.’
Which is why I didn’t want you to fucking invite him over last night.
‘It didn’t seem to bother you that much,’ Rachel said, attempting a jovial tone. It didn’t work. It came out bitchy. Fortunately Sarah answered with a throaty chuckle.
‘Well, I was also pretty drunk last night.’
Not that you sound it bitch.
‘But he is a weirdo if you ask me,’ Sarah continued, ‘he’s pretty obsessed with you.’
Rachel ground her teeth a little, ‘Why? What did he do?’
‘Well first promise not to freak out. That you won’t do anything stupid.’
Rachel ground her teeth some more. Her hand was starting to cramp from how tight she was gripping the phone. ‘I promise. What’d he’d do?’
‘Well, it’s just that he kept asking questions about you. Stuff like whether you had a boyfriend and that. If you were close to your family, that sort of thing.’
‘What did you tell him?’ Rachel could feel a slight pulse beginning to beat at her temple. As the bitch hesitated she felt like roaring: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU TELL HIM?!!
She’s not a bitch. She’s your friend , the voice spoke up and Rachel caught herself just as she was about to let rip.
‘What did you tell him?’ she repeated through thin lips in a near whisper.
‘Well in all fairness I will say that I was really fucking drunk and, you know, I thought he was interested in you. Thought it’d be a good back up plan if Mitch didn’t work out.’
Like fuck you did , Rachel screamed in her head. She could feel her eyelid fluttering rapidly over her left eyeball but, despite her best efforts, couldn’t seem to stop it.
‘I sort of told him it all, you know. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. It
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