provoking her in general; he’s just trying to get any kind of emotion out of her. Almost like he’s feeling her out to see where he stands.
“Tristan, I—I’m sorry about—well, I— I didn’t mea—”
He stiffened and his eyes flashed to mine and then back to her as he interrupted, “Are we done here? Your bodyguards look like they’d like to go to lunch now.”
“Um, yeah okay, I guess.”
Without another word or look at Katy and me, he pushed off the wall and walked away. He looked so fuckin’ defeated, though, like the last two minutes had taken everything he had, but what got me was Camie’s pathetic attempt to hide the fact that she was on the verge of tears so it was Katy who lead the interrogation.
“Okay, what was that about?!”
“Oh, um…just one more part of the madness that is my life right now.” She tried to laugh it off, but having been a witness to Camie putting on a brave face only to have it dissolve in tears minutes later, I knew what was coming so I girded my loins for a lunch spent without the pleasure of my wife’s company. (Wife, fiancée, girlfriend…whatever.)
“Yeah, I got that but did I seriously hear you apologize after he called you a bitch?! You’re the one who deserves an apology! And you were right to call him an asshole, too, that’s all he’s been for two weeks!”
And here come the tears…goddamnit, Katy. You just couldn’t wait until I found a safe place to hide, could you?
“Don’t defend me, Kate, it was the truth and you know it. What I did yesterday was so much more than bitchy and I still feel like shit, that’s why I tried to apologize but clearly he’d rather I live with the guilt instead like a punishment.”
Yeah, she might be right there, but even though I’d like to honestly say I don’t know the guy, the fact is, I do. I have serious doubts that he refused her apology to make her feel guilty or punish her. I think it was a matter of self-protection. That wound is probably still gaping open…
I didn’t see Camie throw the present away, but I can imagine how fucking insanely brutal that must’ve been for him to watch her do. They did the whole gag gift thing for Christmas and he was cool with it because he’d been working on this gift almost from jump and he’d put a hell of a lot into it, so for her to toss it away like it was trash was really fucking low. The shitty thing is she knew it too. Not what he got her, but what throwing it away would do to him. Shit, I was even pissed at her when she fell apart yesterday before last period and told Katy and me what she did. She dragged us to the trashcan where she pitched it and dug through the top of the trash, and when she came up empty handed, she had me turn the can over but there was no sign of it. I kept thinking maybe we had the wrong one or that it’d been moved or something but even checking other receptacles and with all three of us looking for it, it was hopeless. She was a fucking basket case after that so it’s no wonder she failed her driver’s test again.
“Look, you need to stop feeling guilty about that…you made a mistake and if he won’t even let you apologize, then that’s on him. Besides, I don’t see him apologizing to you for the shitty way he broke up with you, you know?”
“Yeah, I know all that and I agree…but even though I have it back, it wasn’t right to do and I still feel really horrible knowing I sank to that level even for a little bit.” Yeah, I bet. Jillian saved Camie’s ass on that one by retrieving the present from the trash sometime after lunch and from what I gather, Jillian really laid into Camie about the whole thing. And thinking about that only brought me back to wondering what the hell is really going on.
From the steady stream of tears falling down Camie’s cheeks, I figured they’d be a while so I gave Katy a kiss on the side of her head, inhaling the scent of apple pie and home from her hair, and then I left the two of
“Tristan, I—I’m sorry about—well, I— I didn’t mea—”
He stiffened and his eyes flashed to mine and then back to her as he interrupted, “Are we done here? Your bodyguards look like they’d like to go to lunch now.”
“Um, yeah okay, I guess.”
Without another word or look at Katy and me, he pushed off the wall and walked away. He looked so fuckin’ defeated, though, like the last two minutes had taken everything he had, but what got me was Camie’s pathetic attempt to hide the fact that she was on the verge of tears so it was Katy who lead the interrogation.
“Okay, what was that about?!”
“Oh, um…just one more part of the madness that is my life right now.” She tried to laugh it off, but having been a witness to Camie putting on a brave face only to have it dissolve in tears minutes later, I knew what was coming so I girded my loins for a lunch spent without the pleasure of my wife’s company. (Wife, fiancée, girlfriend…whatever.)
“Yeah, I got that but did I seriously hear you apologize after he called you a bitch?! You’re the one who deserves an apology! And you were right to call him an asshole, too, that’s all he’s been for two weeks!”
And here come the tears…goddamnit, Katy. You just couldn’t wait until I found a safe place to hide, could you?
“Don’t defend me, Kate, it was the truth and you know it. What I did yesterday was so much more than bitchy and I still feel like shit, that’s why I tried to apologize but clearly he’d rather I live with the guilt instead like a punishment.”
Yeah, she might be right there, but even though I’d like to honestly say I don’t know the guy, the fact is, I do. I have serious doubts that he refused her apology to make her feel guilty or punish her. I think it was a matter of self-protection. That wound is probably still gaping open…
I didn’t see Camie throw the present away, but I can imagine how fucking insanely brutal that must’ve been for him to watch her do. They did the whole gag gift thing for Christmas and he was cool with it because he’d been working on this gift almost from jump and he’d put a hell of a lot into it, so for her to toss it away like it was trash was really fucking low. The shitty thing is she knew it too. Not what he got her, but what throwing it away would do to him. Shit, I was even pissed at her when she fell apart yesterday before last period and told Katy and me what she did. She dragged us to the trashcan where she pitched it and dug through the top of the trash, and when she came up empty handed, she had me turn the can over but there was no sign of it. I kept thinking maybe we had the wrong one or that it’d been moved or something but even checking other receptacles and with all three of us looking for it, it was hopeless. She was a fucking basket case after that so it’s no wonder she failed her driver’s test again.
“Look, you need to stop feeling guilty about that…you made a mistake and if he won’t even let you apologize, then that’s on him. Besides, I don’t see him apologizing to you for the shitty way he broke up with you, you know?”
“Yeah, I know all that and I agree…but even though I have it back, it wasn’t right to do and I still feel really horrible knowing I sank to that level even for a little bit.” Yeah, I bet. Jillian saved Camie’s ass on that one by retrieving the present from the trash sometime after lunch and from what I gather, Jillian really laid into Camie about the whole thing. And thinking about that only brought me back to wondering what the hell is really going on.
From the steady stream of tears falling down Camie’s cheeks, I figured they’d be a while so I gave Katy a kiss on the side of her head, inhaling the scent of apple pie and home from her hair, and then I left the two of
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