confession from Jack so could you
make this quick?" I asked having noted the caller ID.
"Quick it is,"
my friend agreed; I do love her so, no questions just straight to
the point. "Did you see Brad this afternoon at all?"
"No," I
answered succinctly. That was the second time in a matter of
seconds that I'd been asked that. I smelt a rat.
"Yeah, well,
I'm not surprised. After this morning he's probably going out of
his way to avoid you," she said, sounding positively gleeful.
"Why? What
happened this morning?" I asked, conscious of the fact that Jack
had left my side and was just now slipping into his bedroom and
closing the door quietly behind him. Suspicious much?
"You didn't
hear? Everyone's talking about it. He was warned off you!
Apparently this morning he was telling his friends that you were
frigid, but he was still going to…um…bed you before the end of the
year." My guess is that it had been a word other than 'bed' and
Simone was censoring it a little. "Anyway," she continued
hurriedly, "your brother overheard him and threw him against a
wall. Apparently Brad was fairly wetting himself and it was only
his friends pulling Matt off that stopped there being a major
fight. It's nice how your brother looks out for you."
"Yeah, it's
just great," I said sarcastically. "Especially when I get two
brothers for the price of one."
It seemed that
my theorising had to be turned on its head. Matt wasn't angry
because he didn't know about the break up, he was angry because
he'd had to find out about it through gossip. And Jack wasn't
guilty because he had done something himself, he was guilty because
he knew about Matt making a scene and he hadn't told me. Oh the
drama!
"But the other
reason I called was to tell you that Brad called me about ten
minutes ago," Simone continued and my eyes widened in
astonishment.
"Really?" I
asked. "What did the scumbag want?"
"He wanted to
apologise, he said he couldn't call you directly because you'd just
hang up, but he wanted to apologise for sleeping around and then
dissing you to his friends." She spoke quickly obviously wanting to
get the message out as soon as possible.
"Oh yeah?" I
said coldly. "And what did you say?"
"That no-one
messes my best friend around and, if he ever treated another woman
like that, I would get you to tell the entire campus that the only
reason you never did it with him was because you don't sleep with
morons with bigger dicks on their heads than anywhere else."
I cheered at
her response. Sometimes Simone comes up with these beautiful little
put downs and she delivers them with the speed and cutting of a
whip crack.
"Oh that's too
bad," I exclaimed. "I did that already. Hey do you want to come
over, Simmy? The guys are here and I think I'm going to need some
feminine support this evening."
"They're all
there? Oh that's nice when you're grieving!" She sounded very
indignant, what a sweetie.
"You make it
sound like someone's died," I chuckled. "So I'll see you in a
bit?"
"Definitely."
Jamming my
phone into my pocket, I uncurled myself from the chair and slunk
past Matt, who was busy trying to disentangle himself from a
conversation with my mother, and into Jack's room.
I shut the door
behind me and put my hands on my hips. "You could have told me,
Jack," I said accusingly, without any sort of preamble. He looked
up at me in surprise and then slowly shut the text book he'd been
flipping through.
"Told you what,
exactly?" He asked slowly swivelling around in his desk chair so he
could look at me more easily.
"That Matt had
attacked Brad, I mean it does concern me somewhat. And why didn't
you stop him? Were you there?"
His brow
crinkled as though he was confused about something and then he very
slowly nodded his head. "Yeah I was there," he said cautiously, as
if he wasn't very sure about that fact. "But I didn't stop it
because Brad deserved it."
"Well, at least
Matt didn't hit him," I said, trying to look on the bright
side.
"Yeah, there
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