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Authors: Jodi Ellen Malpas
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‘Come on,’ he says, pushing himself up and patting the mattress next to him. ‘I won’t grope you, promise.’
I roll my eyes and join him on the bed, resting my back against the headboard next to him. I fiddle with my ring, wondering what on earth to say. I really don’t know, so I say the only thing that I should – the only thing I’m concerned about. ‘This won’t change things, will it?’ I ask. ‘I can’t be without you, Greg. I don’t want what happened to change us.’
‘Aaah, baby girl.’ He drapes his arm around my shoulders and cuddles me close. ‘Never, because we won’t let it. I guess that twenty per cent got the better of me.’
I smile. ‘Thank you.’
‘No, thank you,’ he sighs. ‘Let’s make a pact.’
‘A pact.’ I frown. ‘What kind of pact?’ I’m suddenly concerned that Gregory is about to propose an arrangement that says we marry each other if we haven’t found our soulmate by the time we’re thirty.
‘We stay strong,’ he whispers, ‘for each other.’
I look up and see a face pleading with me to help him.
‘I’m struggling, too, Livy.’
I feel terrible. ‘I’m sorry.’ I’ve been so consumed in my own misery, I’ve not stopped to truly consider my best friend’s turmoil, not seen the extent of his own unhappiness. I’ve been blindsided by my own pitiful state. ‘I’m so sorry.’
‘We can do it together,’ he continues. ‘I’ll help you and you can help me.’
‘Does that mean confiscating your phone?’ I tease.
‘No, but it does mean you can delete his number.’ He grabs his mobile and shoves it in my hand. ‘Go on.’
I scroll through his contact list, deleting Ben’s number before going to his text messages – sent and received – and deleting any traces of Ben from there, too. Happy I’ve extinguished him from Gregory’s mobile altogether, and hopefully his life, too, I hand it back and watch as my friend raises expectant eyebrows at me. He wants to return the favour.
‘I told you, my phone’s broken.’
‘And you’ve not replaced it?’
‘No,’ I reply, sounding rather proud and feeling it as well. I won’t be charging the phone William bought me, or any other phone, in fact. Unobtainable. Anyway, I want Gregory to be able to delete Miller Hart from my brain, not just any phone I might be using.
‘So we’re both free of cocksuckers.’
‘Cocksucker is reserved for’ – I pause for a moment – ‘you know who.’
‘Okay.’
‘I’m glad we’ve cleared that up.’ I wince immediately, and Gregory frowns, clearly wondering what the problem is. I shake my head and settle back into his side, feeling a little better, despite the strangeness of the past half-hour and despite familiar words falling from both of our mouths without thought or awareness.
Chapter Six
Gregory and I aren’t doing a very good job of helping each other through our turmoil. The next evening, and in an attempt to move on with our lives, we’ve had a quiet Italian meal together, which was lovely, but the wine has taken hold and we’re now falling towards the doors of Ice, both giggling, both staggering a little. My drunken mind has become vengeful and is stamping all over the fact that Miller is away and he will likely watch all of the CCTV footage from the club when he returns. And I’m going to give him something interesting to view.
‘How do you know he’s away?’ Gregory asks, taking us to the back of the line, since this time we lack an invite or our names on the guest list.
‘Text before my phone broke.’ I can’t tell him about William.
‘How did it break?’
‘Dropped it.’ I distract Gregory from the reason for the premature demise of my mobile phone by flashing my membership card to Ice.
He grins and takes it from my hand, giving it a quick inspection. ‘Not much to it, is there?’
I shrug and snatch it back as we near the front. I get a look from the doorman, but he doesn’t refuse me entry
‘Come on,’ he says, pushing himself up and patting the mattress next to him. ‘I won’t grope you, promise.’
I roll my eyes and join him on the bed, resting my back against the headboard next to him. I fiddle with my ring, wondering what on earth to say. I really don’t know, so I say the only thing that I should – the only thing I’m concerned about. ‘This won’t change things, will it?’ I ask. ‘I can’t be without you, Greg. I don’t want what happened to change us.’
‘Aaah, baby girl.’ He drapes his arm around my shoulders and cuddles me close. ‘Never, because we won’t let it. I guess that twenty per cent got the better of me.’
I smile. ‘Thank you.’
‘No, thank you,’ he sighs. ‘Let’s make a pact.’
‘A pact.’ I frown. ‘What kind of pact?’ I’m suddenly concerned that Gregory is about to propose an arrangement that says we marry each other if we haven’t found our soulmate by the time we’re thirty.
‘We stay strong,’ he whispers, ‘for each other.’
I look up and see a face pleading with me to help him.
‘I’m struggling, too, Livy.’
I feel terrible. ‘I’m sorry.’ I’ve been so consumed in my own misery, I’ve not stopped to truly consider my best friend’s turmoil, not seen the extent of his own unhappiness. I’ve been blindsided by my own pitiful state. ‘I’m so sorry.’
‘We can do it together,’ he continues. ‘I’ll help you and you can help me.’
‘Does that mean confiscating your phone?’ I tease.
‘No, but it does mean you can delete his number.’ He grabs his mobile and shoves it in my hand. ‘Go on.’
I scroll through his contact list, deleting Ben’s number before going to his text messages – sent and received – and deleting any traces of Ben from there, too. Happy I’ve extinguished him from Gregory’s mobile altogether, and hopefully his life, too, I hand it back and watch as my friend raises expectant eyebrows at me. He wants to return the favour.
‘I told you, my phone’s broken.’
‘And you’ve not replaced it?’
‘No,’ I reply, sounding rather proud and feeling it as well. I won’t be charging the phone William bought me, or any other phone, in fact. Unobtainable. Anyway, I want Gregory to be able to delete Miller Hart from my brain, not just any phone I might be using.
‘So we’re both free of cocksuckers.’
‘Cocksucker is reserved for’ – I pause for a moment – ‘you know who.’
‘Okay.’
‘I’m glad we’ve cleared that up.’ I wince immediately, and Gregory frowns, clearly wondering what the problem is. I shake my head and settle back into his side, feeling a little better, despite the strangeness of the past half-hour and despite familiar words falling from both of our mouths without thought or awareness.
Chapter Six
Gregory and I aren’t doing a very good job of helping each other through our turmoil. The next evening, and in an attempt to move on with our lives, we’ve had a quiet Italian meal together, which was lovely, but the wine has taken hold and we’re now falling towards the doors of Ice, both giggling, both staggering a little. My drunken mind has become vengeful and is stamping all over the fact that Miller is away and he will likely watch all of the CCTV footage from the club when he returns. And I’m going to give him something interesting to view.
‘How do you know he’s away?’ Gregory asks, taking us to the back of the line, since this time we lack an invite or our names on the guest list.
‘Text before my phone broke.’ I can’t tell him about William.
‘How did it break?’
‘Dropped it.’ I distract Gregory from the reason for the premature demise of my mobile phone by flashing my membership card to Ice.
He grins and takes it from my hand, giving it a quick inspection. ‘Not much to it, is there?’
I shrug and snatch it back as we near the front. I get a look from the doorman, but he doesn’t refuse me entry
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