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Authors: Delilah Frost
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conversation.
I briefly watch Brees count out two grand to me and see some guys helping Big Lou off the ground. I don’t give a fuck about him so I shove the cash into my pocket and head to Cecelia and Stretch. I hear pieces of their conversation the closer I get.
“I can’t believe you told him that,” Cecelia whisper-shouts at Stretch. He has the decency to look ashamed, but not guiltless. “How…why would you do that? Are you fucking crazy?”
“He had a right to know-“
“Know what?” I ask stopping right beside them.
Cecelia looks at me, her caramel eyes wide and uncertain. She looks caught. She looks exactly as I expected her to look all those times before. I can’t believe I let myself be played for a fool again.
“Actually, I don’t wanna hear it.”
It’s like fucking déjà vu all over again. Fucking around behind my back, fucking people who I thought were friends, taking everything I thought we were and throwing it away. No wonder she’s been so fucking skittish around me. She’s back to her old ways. Makes me wonder if she only enjoys messing around if she has me to destroy in the process.
“Chace! Chace, wait up.”
I ignore the voice yelling behind me. It’s not even Cecelia trying to catch up to me to defend herself, again, but instead, it’s Stretch. I’ve already hit him once. Hearing him tell me all about fucking my girl behind my back might just make me kill him.
“Fucker, stop and listen!”
He’s running to get to me and I don’t even realize how fast I’ve started walking. “Fuck off.” My pride is hurt, but so is my heart. All that searching for nothing.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he shouts as he grabs at my arm. I swing around to hit him again but he ducks out of my way. “Easy,” he says, hands up in surrender.
“What do you want? Huh? To gloat? To brag a little more? Rub it in my fucking face how you knew what I went through and still did this shit to me?” I sound hysterical. I sound crazy. But I’m so fucking done with all of this bullshit. So done I think maybe I’ll disappear this time around.
“No. Shit, no that’s not it.” He looks back at Cecelia and I glance back at the same time. She’s hunched in on herself and it looks like she’s crying. The moment I see her wipe her eyes I know she is. Part of me wants to comfort her. So rarely does she cry, but I can’t figure out the reason for her tears. Is it because she got caught? Again? “Jesus, I’m sorry okay?”
I scoff. “Fuck off.” I turn around again and head even further away from the prying eyes watching this little soap opera. They might not be able to hear what’s being said, but body language is sure giving them a show.
“No, Chace, I’m sorry because you have it all wrong.” Stretch is in front of me, cutting off my path. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. It wasn’t true. Jesus Christ, I swear it wasn’t true.”
“Yeah, sure.” I push around him but he cuts in front of me again.
“I mean it. I only said it to piss you off. I didn’t think you’d really believe me.” He looks at me, his jaw turning purple and I have to wonder if my next punch would knock him out for telling me these lies like he is. “I’m telling you the truth here. I was being a dick, talking shit to you. I didn’t mean for it to get like this.” He waves a hand at me and then back toward where Cecelia is slowly creeping our way. Her face is streaked with black from her mascara and her caramel eyes look red from her tears.
“I’m sorry, man.”
I stare at him for a long time. I stare at him and try to gauge just how truthful he’s being, just how sincere. Because what I heard…it’s pretty damning. “What did you mean, ‘he has a right to know?’ Huh? What was that?”
Stretch shakes his head and looks down for a moment before looking me again, straight in the eye. I’ve learned the people who want you to believe them will always keep eye contact. “You have a right to
I briefly watch Brees count out two grand to me and see some guys helping Big Lou off the ground. I don’t give a fuck about him so I shove the cash into my pocket and head to Cecelia and Stretch. I hear pieces of their conversation the closer I get.
“I can’t believe you told him that,” Cecelia whisper-shouts at Stretch. He has the decency to look ashamed, but not guiltless. “How…why would you do that? Are you fucking crazy?”
“He had a right to know-“
“Know what?” I ask stopping right beside them.
Cecelia looks at me, her caramel eyes wide and uncertain. She looks caught. She looks exactly as I expected her to look all those times before. I can’t believe I let myself be played for a fool again.
“Actually, I don’t wanna hear it.”
It’s like fucking déjà vu all over again. Fucking around behind my back, fucking people who I thought were friends, taking everything I thought we were and throwing it away. No wonder she’s been so fucking skittish around me. She’s back to her old ways. Makes me wonder if she only enjoys messing around if she has me to destroy in the process.
“Chace! Chace, wait up.”
I ignore the voice yelling behind me. It’s not even Cecelia trying to catch up to me to defend herself, again, but instead, it’s Stretch. I’ve already hit him once. Hearing him tell me all about fucking my girl behind my back might just make me kill him.
“Fucker, stop and listen!”
He’s running to get to me and I don’t even realize how fast I’ve started walking. “Fuck off.” My pride is hurt, but so is my heart. All that searching for nothing.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he shouts as he grabs at my arm. I swing around to hit him again but he ducks out of my way. “Easy,” he says, hands up in surrender.
“What do you want? Huh? To gloat? To brag a little more? Rub it in my fucking face how you knew what I went through and still did this shit to me?” I sound hysterical. I sound crazy. But I’m so fucking done with all of this bullshit. So done I think maybe I’ll disappear this time around.
“No. Shit, no that’s not it.” He looks back at Cecelia and I glance back at the same time. She’s hunched in on herself and it looks like she’s crying. The moment I see her wipe her eyes I know she is. Part of me wants to comfort her. So rarely does she cry, but I can’t figure out the reason for her tears. Is it because she got caught? Again? “Jesus, I’m sorry okay?”
I scoff. “Fuck off.” I turn around again and head even further away from the prying eyes watching this little soap opera. They might not be able to hear what’s being said, but body language is sure giving them a show.
“No, Chace, I’m sorry because you have it all wrong.” Stretch is in front of me, cutting off my path. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. It wasn’t true. Jesus Christ, I swear it wasn’t true.”
“Yeah, sure.” I push around him but he cuts in front of me again.
“I mean it. I only said it to piss you off. I didn’t think you’d really believe me.” He looks at me, his jaw turning purple and I have to wonder if my next punch would knock him out for telling me these lies like he is. “I’m telling you the truth here. I was being a dick, talking shit to you. I didn’t mean for it to get like this.” He waves a hand at me and then back toward where Cecelia is slowly creeping our way. Her face is streaked with black from her mascara and her caramel eyes look red from her tears.
“I’m sorry, man.”
I stare at him for a long time. I stare at him and try to gauge just how truthful he’s being, just how sincere. Because what I heard…it’s pretty damning. “What did you mean, ‘he has a right to know?’ Huh? What was that?”
Stretch shakes his head and looks down for a moment before looking me again, straight in the eye. I’ve learned the people who want you to believe them will always keep eye contact. “You have a right to
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