"Was he at your house last night? Is that who you were drinking with?"
"We had one beer. He stayed with me for a little while, I felt lonely. Please don't launch into one of your jealous tirades, baby. Things are going so well."
He was silent.
"Are you pissed?"
"I'm working on it," he said through his teeth. "I don't want you hanging around him, Sophie. He got Brenda, and that should be enough. He doesn't deserve you, too."
"Hanging out and screwing are two different things. Please Simon, just give it a rest… pretty please?"
He sighed. "Yeah, all right."
I knew that he hadn't let it go. He would be outwardly cool, but suspicion would simmer just below the surface. I was just going to ignore it, though. He could sit there and worry about me having sex with
When we rang the doorbell at Simon's, Jackson answered. He was wearing jeans that looked painfully tight, a big belt, a flannel shirt open at the chest, a bandana around his neck, and a black cowboy hat. A stubble of beard shadowed his jaw. It took every bit of self control I had not to screw him right there. He looked more amazing than I had ever seen him look. He made one hell of a cowboy."Hey Sophie. Who is your friend?" he asked, standing back from the door to let us in.We went inside. "This is Wyette. He's been here a couple of weeks."Jackson smiled his perfect smile and extended his hand. Wyette stared at it."Shake." I told him.He obeyed, looking into Jackson's green eyes. "Ah… n-nice to meet you.""Did Sophie tell you something bad about me, or what? You seem a little fre
Making it up to me involved a lot of kissing and a lot of roaming hands. I reached up and untied his bandana so that I could kiss his neck. It was like one of those stupid fucking cologne commercials in which girls threw themselves at the guy who'd just sprayed himself with the shit. I had no self-control."We can't," I whispered. He was nibbling lightly at my ear. "Jackson… what about Brenda?""She's not here. We'll keep this quiet." He kissed down my neck and he slid the dress off of my chest. He unhooked my strapless bra with one hand, stroking the skin of my belly with the other."What about Simon? I don't want to hurt him." Even as I said it, I didn't push him away. What was wrong with me? Maybe my self control would have been better if I hadn't had a few beers. Maybe if I told him I was drunk he would back off. It was worth a try."I'
"What are you talking about?" he asked, sitting up and rubbing his hands over his lean, angular face. "Sophie, think about what you're saying!"I got out of bed and pulled my panties on. "I can't believe this."He put his boxers on shaking his head. "It's all right. We'll just keep it between you and me.""I can't lie about this," I whispered, tears filling my eyes. "I can't do it.""Shh…"I finished getting dressed and headed towards the door. I unlocked it and turned the knob. "I got to tell him.""Dammit Sophie, what the hell is wrong with you!?""Maybe if I tell the truth he will forgive me."He grabbed my wrist and yanked me towards him. "No he won't. Just take a deep breath and get your head on straight."
I woke up in the morning feeling a little hung over, and a lot sore. Not just my jaw, mind you. I whimpered as I stood up to go to the bathroom. Simon opened his eyes and looked up at me."Your jaw looks terrible.""Thank you," I murmured."I didn't mean it like that," he told me. "Where are you going?""Pee. Be right back."I went pee and then called Wyette. He answered on the third ring."Sophie, guess what?! I met a guy at Jackson's party!" he bubbled."No way! Who?""Brent Cooler.""Dude, he's so not gay!" I told him."Dude, he so made out with me!""Was he drunk?""Nope. He's gay, Sophie. Trust me.""Wow. Lear
"Simon… she just got clothes, what's the big deal!? Ah, lay off man, I didn't do it on purpose… I'd never hurt her on purpose! You know that… don't be a dick, kid…" he shook his head, rolling his eyes. "If you can't even trust her enough to let her go out to get breakfast with me than maybe you ought to break up." He snapped and hung up the phone."Jackson!" I cried, snatching my cell phone away from him."What?" he asked innocently."Why would you say that?"
When Wyette left I used the alone time to seriously consider breaking up with Simon. Sure, things really sucked between us at the moment, but there were times when we were really great together. I'd had this same conversation with myself countless times. Maybe he was just going through a phase. I mean, he loved me, right? Dammit, guys were so fucking stupid! Things would get better if I didn't hang around Jackson, but that was easier said than done. A lot of times he treated me so well that I found him irresistible. Why did I have to be the one girl he actually liked?My mother came up to my room at around two. She looked hellish, and hung over. She gave me a slight smile, but her face clouded when she saw my bruise."What happened to your jaw?" She asked.I shrugged. "I got in a fight.""What!? Where?""At Jackson's p
I drew in a deep breath. "I want you to be happy.""I don't if I can be happy either way. It's a lose/lose situation.""I understand," I murmured. "Do whatever you feel is best."He looked at me for a long time. "I think I need therapy," he said. "These mood swings drive me crazy, too. I don't mean to yell at you like I do. It just kind of happens. I don't think.""You serious about therapy?"He shook his head. "I am serious about the mood swings, though."I reached for his hand, and he let me take it. "We're really messed up.""Yeah. We are. I love you, though." He kissed my hair. "I love you."He hated me. He loved me. I was a slut. I was his girlfriend. He wanted to break up. He didn't want to break up. What in the hell was going
By the time Simon and I got to the café, Wyette and Brent already had a table. They looked good together, the way two nice looking people always did.We sat down at the table and Brent offered me his hand."I've seen you around, but we've never met. I'm Brent Cooler. You are Sophie Charm. Simon and I already know each other. We played baseball together like a thousand years ago.""It's a pleasure to meet you. I had no idea you were gay." The words escaped me before I had the chance to give them any thought. Wyette kicked me under the table."Oh my gosh! I'm really, really sorry!" My cheeks were burning.He smiled blithely. "It's no big deal. It's not like I'm hiding it.""You'll have to excuse her; she's got a big mouth," Simon said, smiling affectionately."Seriousl