left. When she heard the door click behind him, Jenna rolled her eyes and sighed. She shook her head and chuckled. Well. That was easier than she'd expected it to be.
She clicked on the stereo and set her disc changer to shuffle, then laughed hysterically when the first song to play was Goodbye to You by Scandal. Ah, she did love her 80's music. Jenna danced around the living room, thinking that she was glad to be headed to grad school unattached. Maybe she'd finally meet someone perfect for her.
One could hope.
**********
A few days later, there was a frantic pounding at her door. She'd just packed the last of her stuff into the boxes that would be shipped to Minnesota and was writing the contents on the box.
“Just a second!” she shouted. When she strode quickly to the door and flung it open, she saw Catie, disheveled and in tears. “Oh, my God, Catie, what happened?” she asked, ushering her friend into the apartment.
“I'm such an idiot,” she said through the tears.
Jenna led her to the couch and they sat. “Tell me what happened. You look awful. Is it your family? Did something happen to your brother?”
Catie shook her head. “No. He's fine. I'd know if he wasn't. Everyone in my family is okay.”
“Then what is it? You look like someone killed your puppy.”
“Isn't it kicked your puppy?”
“Hon, kicking a puppy is mean. You look like someone murdered yours and made you watch. What the hell happened?”
“I caught him,” she whispered.
“Tony?” Catie nodded. “What do you mean, 'caught him'? Did you see some skank leaving his place again?”
She shook her head. “No. This time I actually caught him, in flagrante delicto .”
“You saw him screwing someone else? Who?”
“That slutty waitress who works at the bar.”
“The one he goes to in Cambridge?” Catie nodded. She'd said something to Tony about that girl before, and he'd brushed it off. She'd even asked him to stop going to the bar – it was a Harvard hangout and he wasn't a student anymore – but he'd refused. The waitress was likely the reason.
“That's not even the worst part,” she said quietly, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.
“It sounds pretty awful. What else happened?”
“I went to Noah. After.”
“Swim Boy?” This was the first time Catie had said his name. They never called him Noah, they called him by Chris' nickname.
“Yeah. I...he...”
Jenna just looked at her expectantly, waiting. Whatever had taken place, it was a doozy.
“We...we made love. For two days straight. It was like some crazy romance novel or chick flick, you know? We just...we couldn't get enough of each other. All those years of fighting it, and we finally gave in to the passion.”
“It couldn't have been bad, since you said it was for two days straight,” Jenna pointed out.
“No. It was...so amazing. I think I might be in love with him.”
“Then why are you crying? You're devastated, Catie. Did he not feel the same way? Did he hurt you? Do I need to get Chris to pay him a visit and scare the crap out of him?”
“No! Don't do that. I think he feels the same. I think he said it. That he loved me. He thought I was sleeping, and he was holding me.” More tears dripped onto Catie's hands as she spoke.
“And?”
“And I ran. I mean, not literally, at least not away from him. But later, when he was asleep, I left. I've been sitting at my apartment for the past day, and he hasn't shown up.”
“You walked out. And you didn't leave a note?”
She shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “And he hasn't come after me.”
“Well, what did you expect? Why don't you call him? You still love him, don't you?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Catie, he probably feels used. I assume you told him about catching Tony?” Her friend nodded. “He probably thinks you used him to get back at Tony.”
“I didn't! Never! I went to him the first time, you know, when that girl was at Tony's place. And I wanted Noah
She clicked on the stereo and set her disc changer to shuffle, then laughed hysterically when the first song to play was Goodbye to You by Scandal. Ah, she did love her 80's music. Jenna danced around the living room, thinking that she was glad to be headed to grad school unattached. Maybe she'd finally meet someone perfect for her.
One could hope.
**********
A few days later, there was a frantic pounding at her door. She'd just packed the last of her stuff into the boxes that would be shipped to Minnesota and was writing the contents on the box.
“Just a second!” she shouted. When she strode quickly to the door and flung it open, she saw Catie, disheveled and in tears. “Oh, my God, Catie, what happened?” she asked, ushering her friend into the apartment.
“I'm such an idiot,” she said through the tears.
Jenna led her to the couch and they sat. “Tell me what happened. You look awful. Is it your family? Did something happen to your brother?”
Catie shook her head. “No. He's fine. I'd know if he wasn't. Everyone in my family is okay.”
“Then what is it? You look like someone killed your puppy.”
“Isn't it kicked your puppy?”
“Hon, kicking a puppy is mean. You look like someone murdered yours and made you watch. What the hell happened?”
“I caught him,” she whispered.
“Tony?” Catie nodded. “What do you mean, 'caught him'? Did you see some skank leaving his place again?”
She shook her head. “No. This time I actually caught him, in flagrante delicto .”
“You saw him screwing someone else? Who?”
“That slutty waitress who works at the bar.”
“The one he goes to in Cambridge?” Catie nodded. She'd said something to Tony about that girl before, and he'd brushed it off. She'd even asked him to stop going to the bar – it was a Harvard hangout and he wasn't a student anymore – but he'd refused. The waitress was likely the reason.
“That's not even the worst part,” she said quietly, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.
“It sounds pretty awful. What else happened?”
“I went to Noah. After.”
“Swim Boy?” This was the first time Catie had said his name. They never called him Noah, they called him by Chris' nickname.
“Yeah. I...he...”
Jenna just looked at her expectantly, waiting. Whatever had taken place, it was a doozy.
“We...we made love. For two days straight. It was like some crazy romance novel or chick flick, you know? We just...we couldn't get enough of each other. All those years of fighting it, and we finally gave in to the passion.”
“It couldn't have been bad, since you said it was for two days straight,” Jenna pointed out.
“No. It was...so amazing. I think I might be in love with him.”
“Then why are you crying? You're devastated, Catie. Did he not feel the same way? Did he hurt you? Do I need to get Chris to pay him a visit and scare the crap out of him?”
“No! Don't do that. I think he feels the same. I think he said it. That he loved me. He thought I was sleeping, and he was holding me.” More tears dripped onto Catie's hands as she spoke.
“And?”
“And I ran. I mean, not literally, at least not away from him. But later, when he was asleep, I left. I've been sitting at my apartment for the past day, and he hasn't shown up.”
“You walked out. And you didn't leave a note?”
She shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “And he hasn't come after me.”
“Well, what did you expect? Why don't you call him? You still love him, don't you?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Catie, he probably feels used. I assume you told him about catching Tony?” Her friend nodded. “He probably thinks you used him to get back at Tony.”
“I didn't! Never! I went to him the first time, you know, when that girl was at Tony's place. And I wanted Noah
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