have
issues, my wall slams home with a bang, and my back straightens as I shut
myself down.
“Please move away from me.” I whisper.
He remains where he is, watching me
intently.
“No we need to talk.” he
replies with a stern expression.
“You’ve said enough.” I reply.
He stays where he is. I’ve had enough, I
place my hands on his chest and push, at the same time as I shout. “MOVE.”
He stands back and moves away from me, so I
quickly take my opportunity to flee. Standing up, I begin to briskly walk back
towards the house.
Well! That truce didn’t last long.
“So, you’re going to run? We’re not going
to sort this out?” he shouts as I’m walking away.
I halt at the sound of his voice. God this
is intense. I don’t need this in my life. I’ve already had too much drama and
upset. Enough to last me a lifetime. I take a deep breath, turn around, and
walk back to him. He’s standing there with his hands on his hips, watching me
approach, with a guarded look in his eyes. Stopping in front of him I let him
have it.
“You have no right talking to me like that.
We’ve only just met and you don’t know me well enough to tell me I have
issues. Hell! I’ve never met anyone like you. What? You think that because of
who you are, you can say things without caring if you hurt the person you’re
talking to. Well! Let me tell you Mr Hot Shot Rock Star, you need to take care
of people’s feelings when you decide to tell them what you think. So yes, I’m
walking away from you. I’m going to get myself a drink, and try to forget I
met you, and that this conversation ever happened. I’d like to say it’s been a
blast meeting you, but I’m not a liar, so I’ll just say goodbye.” With that
parting shot, I turn around and head towards the bar.
“We’re not done.” he
shouts at my retreating back.
“Oh yes we are.” I mutter
to myself.
My feet can’t carry me away quickly enough.
I head for the bar, order myself a large whiskey, then while I’m drinking it,
my eyes search the crowd for Jen. I’m staying here tonight, so I’ll say
goodnight and disappear to my room.
Spying Jen over the other side of the
garden with Razor, I down my drink, walk over and whisper in her ear that I’m
going to bed. With a surprised look, she says okay and glances behind me. Following
her gaze, I spy AJ over the other side of the garden, drink in hand, watching me.
I look at Jen, as she raises an eyebrow
questioningly at me. I shake my head, and mouth “not happening”, give her a
kiss on the cheek and walk towards the stairs. Don’t ask me how, but I know
he’s watching me. I resist the temptation to turn and look. I just want to
reach my room, and lick my wounds. AJ Lewis definitely fell off his pedestal
tonight. I hope when he landed it was painful on his ass.
CHAPTER 7
It’s been a couple of
days since the horrendous confrontation with AJ at the party. At breakfast the
next morning, Jen had bombarded me with questions, and although I had wanted to
forget the whole incident and didn’t want to talk about it, that obviously
wasn’t going to happen. So I’d told her all, and held my breath, waiting for
her reaction; which I knew was not going to be good.
“So basically, you did your usual trick;
took offence, shut yourself down and walked away. Just like you’ve done with
every man since James.” She’d said.
Okay! So much for us
girls sticking together.
I’d leant towards her “Well thanks for the
support friend. What do you mean ‘my usual trick’?”
“Oh come on Boo, admit it. Every man
you’ve dated, you’ve found an excuse to slam up the wall. Honestly, you have
never let anyone in long enough for you to know them or vice versa. Now you’ve
done it to AJ. He’s a good guy; which you’d have found out if you hadn’t taken
the hump.”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about,
issues, my wall slams home with a bang, and my back straightens as I shut
myself down.
“Please move away from me.” I whisper.
He remains where he is, watching me
intently.
“No we need to talk.” he
replies with a stern expression.
“You’ve said enough.” I reply.
He stays where he is. I’ve had enough, I
place my hands on his chest and push, at the same time as I shout. “MOVE.”
He stands back and moves away from me, so I
quickly take my opportunity to flee. Standing up, I begin to briskly walk back
towards the house.
Well! That truce didn’t last long.
“So, you’re going to run? We’re not going
to sort this out?” he shouts as I’m walking away.
I halt at the sound of his voice. God this
is intense. I don’t need this in my life. I’ve already had too much drama and
upset. Enough to last me a lifetime. I take a deep breath, turn around, and
walk back to him. He’s standing there with his hands on his hips, watching me
approach, with a guarded look in his eyes. Stopping in front of him I let him
have it.
“You have no right talking to me like that.
We’ve only just met and you don’t know me well enough to tell me I have
issues. Hell! I’ve never met anyone like you. What? You think that because of
who you are, you can say things without caring if you hurt the person you’re
talking to. Well! Let me tell you Mr Hot Shot Rock Star, you need to take care
of people’s feelings when you decide to tell them what you think. So yes, I’m
walking away from you. I’m going to get myself a drink, and try to forget I
met you, and that this conversation ever happened. I’d like to say it’s been a
blast meeting you, but I’m not a liar, so I’ll just say goodbye.” With that
parting shot, I turn around and head towards the bar.
“We’re not done.” he
shouts at my retreating back.
“Oh yes we are.” I mutter
to myself.
My feet can’t carry me away quickly enough.
I head for the bar, order myself a large whiskey, then while I’m drinking it,
my eyes search the crowd for Jen. I’m staying here tonight, so I’ll say
goodnight and disappear to my room.
Spying Jen over the other side of the
garden with Razor, I down my drink, walk over and whisper in her ear that I’m
going to bed. With a surprised look, she says okay and glances behind me. Following
her gaze, I spy AJ over the other side of the garden, drink in hand, watching me.
I look at Jen, as she raises an eyebrow
questioningly at me. I shake my head, and mouth “not happening”, give her a
kiss on the cheek and walk towards the stairs. Don’t ask me how, but I know
he’s watching me. I resist the temptation to turn and look. I just want to
reach my room, and lick my wounds. AJ Lewis definitely fell off his pedestal
tonight. I hope when he landed it was painful on his ass.
CHAPTER 7
It’s been a couple of
days since the horrendous confrontation with AJ at the party. At breakfast the
next morning, Jen had bombarded me with questions, and although I had wanted to
forget the whole incident and didn’t want to talk about it, that obviously
wasn’t going to happen. So I’d told her all, and held my breath, waiting for
her reaction; which I knew was not going to be good.
“So basically, you did your usual trick;
took offence, shut yourself down and walked away. Just like you’ve done with
every man since James.” She’d said.
Okay! So much for us
girls sticking together.
I’d leant towards her “Well thanks for the
support friend. What do you mean ‘my usual trick’?”
“Oh come on Boo, admit it. Every man
you’ve dated, you’ve found an excuse to slam up the wall. Honestly, you have
never let anyone in long enough for you to know them or vice versa. Now you’ve
done it to AJ. He’s a good guy; which you’d have found out if you hadn’t taken
the hump.”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about,
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