She was territorial, and even though they
weren't dating anymore she kept him on a short leash. When Dmitri and I started
hanging out that summer, she got really pissed. And when she found out I was
dating him... oh I'm just surprised that my craptastic little Geo Tracker didn't
mysteriously burst into flame one day.”
“Awww, that's so sweet. I think I might
go into a diabetic coma.”
“Don't keel over from the sugary
goodness yet. It was short-lived bliss at best. Dmitri driving up from
Sacramento about four times a week for two months straight to see just me,
didn't sit well with her. They were still all buddy-buddy and she took
advantage of him.” I rinsed the brush and dipped it in the blue dye. A stroke
along the top edge of the rose, and red turned to purple.
“What exactly did she do that made him
break up with you?”
“Lorryn, Dmitri, and I were hanging out
at her place. I left when it got dark. He got her parent's permission to stay
the night on the living room couch. According to him, she said she wanted to
talk to him in her room after everyone went to bed. He went in, lights were
off. She took his hand and put it in a place it'd never been allowed before. He
took advantage of what she offered him since she totally denied him when they
were dating... he broke up with me the next day. They dated again, broke up
shortly thereafter and drifted in separate directions.”
“He felt her up and then dumped you?”
“Yeah he felt her up and got a blow job
in return. It's that wicked old school sense of honor he has. He 'cheated' on
me, he didn't feel right dating me anymore. She tainted him.”
“Oh gawd, that's such high school
bullshit 101. I think I just lost a little bit of respect for him. Did he tell
you he got kissed beneath the belt when he dumped you?”
“Oh hell no! I didn't find that out until
after he tracked me down years after the fact to apologize to me for breaking
up in the first place. Apparently he and Lorryn didn't last very long after he
and I split.” The rest of the story I would save for another day. Jet and I
both focused on painting the background a majestic purple.
“I cannot believe I've known you
thirteen years and only now do I get the full details. Wow. Just wow. So he
apologized, you guys rehooked up and it's happily ever after for you two. Well,
a happier-ever after once you change your tampon and chill about Dmitri. If
you're gonna get angry at someone, be mad at me. It was all my idea. I admit my
guilt.”
“I thank you for owning up to your part
in the shenanigan.”
“Now go apologize to Dmitri for biting
his head off and being a harpy.”
I sighed. Being constantly likened to a
mythological creature did not help. “Did he actually call me a harpy?”
“No. But I know that you didn't take the
news gently when he broke it to you. I heard your harpy-screech all the way
from my place last night when he told you. The only reason I know for certain
that you shat a brick wall is because Dimi called to let me know you're on the
warpath and to hide if I wanted to keep my scalp.” She added splotches of blue
to the purple, making them swirl. With precision movements using needle-nosed
tweezers, Jet placed pieces of rock salt in a crescent moon shape on the
largest splotch.
“Am I really that bad?” I sprinkled sea
salt with a careless hand. The effect salt has on the dye always fascinated me.
It pulls in the dye to where the crystal lays and adds a visual texture to the
area.
“Do you even have to ask? Of course you
are that bad. Remember, he didn't even want to sleep next to you last night?
You puked on him, and he still slept next to you that night... so let's do the
math, shall we? Hrm.....” She closed her eyes and put both hands up to her head
with fingertips touching the temples. “My abacus says, yes, you are that bad.”
Green eyes opened. “But if you want to make amends for being a raging canis
femina , then I have some suggestions.”
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