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"Their most acceptable table," she says, waiting impatiently for her water to be poured. "Not the best but it's the best they have." I reluctantly take my seat. If this place isn't fancy by Helen's standards she was probably used to dining at Buckingham Palace. I felt completely out of my element. Mostly because I wasn't prepared. There are four forks in front of me. Four.
"Will you excuse me for a minute?" Holly leaves her napkin on her chair and delicately stands up. She heads towards the restrooms. My lungs are flaming like the rest of me. I'm surprised my head hasn't turned bright red.
"Me too," I add. "I'll be just a minute." I smile, almost curtsey, and follow behind Holly. I can hear myself breathing as I reach the women's room. My arm pushes the door so hard, I'm startled to see it zoom open. Holly is fixing her hair in the mirror. My heart pounds as I finally confront her. She turns to me with hands on her hips.
"You have no place to talk," she says before I can open my mouth.
" Me? What happened to friendship first?"
"I never said friendship first," Holly points her finger. "We agreed to give each other a fair shot and let Rex decide the rest. You broke that agreement."
"What!"
"You messed with my phone this morning," she accuses me. "Admit it!" My cheeks turn red. I knew that was a bad idea.
"Come on. It was kinda funny."
Holly rolls her eyes. "Child's play," she mumbles.
"Excuse me?"
"Kat," she laughs. "Let's get real here. When I said we should let Rex decide I was being polite. We both know who he'll end up choosing." My jaw drops. She didn't mean that. She always said mean things when she was upset.
"Oh really," I respond, brushing aside my piece of confidence she'd just stabbed. "Did you have an intense make out sesh less than an hour ago? Because I sure did." It was a low, immature blow but it was all I had. Holly shoots me the mother of all dirty looks. The one that makes you feel about two inches tall. I shudder.
"I tried to be fair," she says quietly. The lack of yelling made me nervous. The eerie silence in the bathroom gave me goosebumps. "But you started this, not me. You're the one who started playing dirty, not me. And if this whole situation scares you, just wait. I haven't even given this serious thought yet." She half smiles and pushes open a stall. "And don't be so quick to brag, honey. I never told you what Rex and I did last night." She latches the door on her stall just as I'm about to boil over. It was a lie! A lie to make me feel like crap. It had to be.
I clench my fists, angrier than I've been in years. My eyes dart to tiny detail I'd ignore until now. The word herbal jumps out at me. I quietly side step to a packaged bar of soap by the sinks. I skim the list of ingredients hoping to spot a key word. Chamomile. Holly was allergic.
I smile, opening the bar of soap and placing it on the marble counter. I toss the empty package in the trash along with the rest of the herbal soap bars. I hear the toilet flush and turn on the faucet.
"You're right," I say out loud. Holly steps out of her stall. She doesn't seem surprised that I'm admitting my faults. "I shouldn't have sent those texts." And you should have backed off the second you learned Rex was my guy.
"Well, it's not like I couldn't handle the situation. I was just shocked you had the guts."
I swallow her comment and wash my hands.
"Guts?"
"Yeah," she replies, checking herself out in the mirror. "You've never been able to do what it takes to get the guy. That's why you're still single." And you were going to say this to me when?
"Uh-huh," I respond. She flips on the water to wash her hands. I watch her eyes search for the soap. "Here." I casually hand her the bar containing the one thing that gave her a
"Their most acceptable table," she says, waiting impatiently for her water to be poured. "Not the best but it's the best they have." I reluctantly take my seat. If this place isn't fancy by Helen's standards she was probably used to dining at Buckingham Palace. I felt completely out of my element. Mostly because I wasn't prepared. There are four forks in front of me. Four.
"Will you excuse me for a minute?" Holly leaves her napkin on her chair and delicately stands up. She heads towards the restrooms. My lungs are flaming like the rest of me. I'm surprised my head hasn't turned bright red.
"Me too," I add. "I'll be just a minute." I smile, almost curtsey, and follow behind Holly. I can hear myself breathing as I reach the women's room. My arm pushes the door so hard, I'm startled to see it zoom open. Holly is fixing her hair in the mirror. My heart pounds as I finally confront her. She turns to me with hands on her hips.
"You have no place to talk," she says before I can open my mouth.
" Me? What happened to friendship first?"
"I never said friendship first," Holly points her finger. "We agreed to give each other a fair shot and let Rex decide the rest. You broke that agreement."
"What!"
"You messed with my phone this morning," she accuses me. "Admit it!" My cheeks turn red. I knew that was a bad idea.
"Come on. It was kinda funny."
Holly rolls her eyes. "Child's play," she mumbles.
"Excuse me?"
"Kat," she laughs. "Let's get real here. When I said we should let Rex decide I was being polite. We both know who he'll end up choosing." My jaw drops. She didn't mean that. She always said mean things when she was upset.
"Oh really," I respond, brushing aside my piece of confidence she'd just stabbed. "Did you have an intense make out sesh less than an hour ago? Because I sure did." It was a low, immature blow but it was all I had. Holly shoots me the mother of all dirty looks. The one that makes you feel about two inches tall. I shudder.
"I tried to be fair," she says quietly. The lack of yelling made me nervous. The eerie silence in the bathroom gave me goosebumps. "But you started this, not me. You're the one who started playing dirty, not me. And if this whole situation scares you, just wait. I haven't even given this serious thought yet." She half smiles and pushes open a stall. "And don't be so quick to brag, honey. I never told you what Rex and I did last night." She latches the door on her stall just as I'm about to boil over. It was a lie! A lie to make me feel like crap. It had to be.
I clench my fists, angrier than I've been in years. My eyes dart to tiny detail I'd ignore until now. The word herbal jumps out at me. I quietly side step to a packaged bar of soap by the sinks. I skim the list of ingredients hoping to spot a key word. Chamomile. Holly was allergic.
I smile, opening the bar of soap and placing it on the marble counter. I toss the empty package in the trash along with the rest of the herbal soap bars. I hear the toilet flush and turn on the faucet.
"You're right," I say out loud. Holly steps out of her stall. She doesn't seem surprised that I'm admitting my faults. "I shouldn't have sent those texts." And you should have backed off the second you learned Rex was my guy.
"Well, it's not like I couldn't handle the situation. I was just shocked you had the guts."
I swallow her comment and wash my hands.
"Guts?"
"Yeah," she replies, checking herself out in the mirror. "You've never been able to do what it takes to get the guy. That's why you're still single." And you were going to say this to me when?
"Uh-huh," I respond. She flips on the water to wash her hands. I watch her eyes search for the soap. "Here." I casually hand her the bar containing the one thing that gave her a
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