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“You’ve got five minutes.”
Relief washes over his features and he sits
down on the edge of my bed. “Will you come sit by me?” His lips
curl into a half-smile. A seductive, come-hither smile.
I pick up a foot lurching forward and stop
myself. No. I can’t. I have to be strong. Instead, I tap my bare
foot against the wooden floor and twitch my hips. “No.”
Soft laughter escapes his throat. “So
stubborn.”
So what if I was being stubborn or difficult
or whatever, it’s my own prerogative. My eyes roll to my right and
I check the time on my alarm clock. “Your five minutes are ticking
by. Now you have four. I’d hurry if I were you.”
“I don’t understand why you’re acting like
this?”
“Were you listening to anything I said
earlier?”
“Yes. But you knew what you were getting into
with this from the very beginning and you were okay with it. Now
all of a sudden you’ve had this miraculous epiphany and you’re
willing to throw everything we have away because you’re
jealous.”
My mouth drops open and I gasp. “Are you
kidding me? Is this conversation some kind of joke?”
A serious expression crosses over his face.
He’s not joking. “Why don’t you tell me what you want from me,
Riley?”
“I want you to stop what you’re doing?”
“And what exactly am I doing?”
“I want this whole you, me, and her threesome to stop.” What I really want to tell him or what I really
want him to say is what he said to me in the hall. It’s over
between me and Callie. She’s yesterday’s news. I love you. I want
you. I choose you. You are my one and only.
All I get out of him is, “Uh huh.”
“Do you say the same things to both of us? Is
that it? Do you enjoy the thrill of a double life? One for keeps.
One on the sly sort of thing?”
He glares at me incredulously. “When I say it
to you, I mean it.”
“And her?”
“I don’t.”
“Then why are you with her?”
“It’s complicated.”
He’s being vague and the uncertainty tone in
his voice annoys me.
I pace across the length of my bedroom. “This
conversation is over, Henry. Get out.” My voice is hard and
brutal.
He doesn’t move.
“I said get out!”
He glances at his hand and examines his
fingers. “I think I’ll stay right here.”
I’m unsure of what to do. All I know is that
I don’t want to stay in here with him.
“My mom will be home soon,” I say. “She’ll be
pretty pissed if she sees you here.” The threat of my mom coming
home doesn’t work.
“I’ll take my chances.”
Finally, I’m so frustrated I try
rationalizing with him. “Henry, you knew that this was going to end
sooner or later.” I wish he would let me get over him. I wish he
would forget about me. I wish that he would get out of here and
find somebody else to play with. “I think its best that it’s
happening now, at the beginning of the year.”
If this happened any later, I don’t know
where I’d end up. Maybe in a psych ward.
And how would you like your meds today,
Riley? Liquid or pill form?
“But, I love you,” he tells me. His voice is
soft and there’s angst in it.
“You think you love me.”
“No. I love you.”
Hearing those words leave his lips breaks me
apart all over again. I keep telling myself to ignore them—the
words. But I can’t. I’m crippled on the borderline of love, lust,
and grief. “Just shut up. Quit screwing with my head. I’m a person,
not a game. And you keep screwing with me and screwing with me. I
swear you get some sick pleasure out of this.”
He’s wearing a devilish grin and I already
know what he’s thinking. “Don’t even think about it. You know
that’s not what I meant.”
“But it’s all I think about. You’re all I
think about. It’s like you’re the cocaine and I’m the junkie. I
want more of you. I need more of
Relief washes over his features and he sits
down on the edge of my bed. “Will you come sit by me?” His lips
curl into a half-smile. A seductive, come-hither smile.
I pick up a foot lurching forward and stop
myself. No. I can’t. I have to be strong. Instead, I tap my bare
foot against the wooden floor and twitch my hips. “No.”
Soft laughter escapes his throat. “So
stubborn.”
So what if I was being stubborn or difficult
or whatever, it’s my own prerogative. My eyes roll to my right and
I check the time on my alarm clock. “Your five minutes are ticking
by. Now you have four. I’d hurry if I were you.”
“I don’t understand why you’re acting like
this?”
“Were you listening to anything I said
earlier?”
“Yes. But you knew what you were getting into
with this from the very beginning and you were okay with it. Now
all of a sudden you’ve had this miraculous epiphany and you’re
willing to throw everything we have away because you’re
jealous.”
My mouth drops open and I gasp. “Are you
kidding me? Is this conversation some kind of joke?”
A serious expression crosses over his face.
He’s not joking. “Why don’t you tell me what you want from me,
Riley?”
“I want you to stop what you’re doing?”
“And what exactly am I doing?”
“I want this whole you, me, and her threesome to stop.” What I really want to tell him or what I really
want him to say is what he said to me in the hall. It’s over
between me and Callie. She’s yesterday’s news. I love you. I want
you. I choose you. You are my one and only.
All I get out of him is, “Uh huh.”
“Do you say the same things to both of us? Is
that it? Do you enjoy the thrill of a double life? One for keeps.
One on the sly sort of thing?”
He glares at me incredulously. “When I say it
to you, I mean it.”
“And her?”
“I don’t.”
“Then why are you with her?”
“It’s complicated.”
He’s being vague and the uncertainty tone in
his voice annoys me.
I pace across the length of my bedroom. “This
conversation is over, Henry. Get out.” My voice is hard and
brutal.
He doesn’t move.
“I said get out!”
He glances at his hand and examines his
fingers. “I think I’ll stay right here.”
I’m unsure of what to do. All I know is that
I don’t want to stay in here with him.
“My mom will be home soon,” I say. “She’ll be
pretty pissed if she sees you here.” The threat of my mom coming
home doesn’t work.
“I’ll take my chances.”
Finally, I’m so frustrated I try
rationalizing with him. “Henry, you knew that this was going to end
sooner or later.” I wish he would let me get over him. I wish he
would forget about me. I wish that he would get out of here and
find somebody else to play with. “I think its best that it’s
happening now, at the beginning of the year.”
If this happened any later, I don’t know
where I’d end up. Maybe in a psych ward.
And how would you like your meds today,
Riley? Liquid or pill form?
“But, I love you,” he tells me. His voice is
soft and there’s angst in it.
“You think you love me.”
“No. I love you.”
Hearing those words leave his lips breaks me
apart all over again. I keep telling myself to ignore them—the
words. But I can’t. I’m crippled on the borderline of love, lust,
and grief. “Just shut up. Quit screwing with my head. I’m a person,
not a game. And you keep screwing with me and screwing with me. I
swear you get some sick pleasure out of this.”
He’s wearing a devilish grin and I already
know what he’s thinking. “Don’t even think about it. You know
that’s not what I meant.”
“But it’s all I think about. You’re all I
think about. It’s like you’re the cocaine and I’m the junkie. I
want more of you. I need more of
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