She sits at the end of the bed, rubs her face, and starts her story.
“I met Tex at the summer blast off fair about a week after you left. It was great, we hit it off. He met my folks, and it was exciting. A month later, it was time
to meet his family, and that’s when they dropped a bomb on me. Letting me know that he needed to stop fooling around with girls like me, because he was set to marry some chick named Asha when college was over. I felt like I got kicked in the face by that one, he never once said he was engaged to someone, and I thought we had been pretty open with each other.” She pauses.
“After his parents exposed that I stood up and said, ‘Sorry, my family’s billions aren’t good enough for your son.’ And I walked out. To say they were shocked was an understatement. A week later I was at home and my mom got a phone call from Tex’s mom saying that they would cancel the marriage to this Asha girl if I agreed to step up in her place. And from that moment, I told my mom to tell Mrs. Roth to go fuck herself up the ass with her silver spoon.”
That doesn’t really surprise me, once people find out who Courtney’s parents are, they start acting weird around her. Her mom owns the biggest real estate company in the state of California, her face is everywhere. And Court’s dad is a lawyer who mostly only works for celebrities.
I laugh at that, and then look at Courtney. “You really liked him, huh?”
She snorts. “No, I was in love. Yeah, it was fast, it was only a month, but I was there, and then I just, it just…hurt. Ya know? So, I’ve been avoiding him ever since, except earlier tonight when I just shrugged it off and didn’t give a shit, but I did give a shit. Gah. I need a drink.” She gets off the bed and goes to the cupboard where she keeps her wine.
I would join her for a glass, but I have early classes tomorrow.
After I get my teeth brushed, I’m lying in bed unable to stop obsessing over my night with Tate.
I can’t believe he hasn’t sent a text or called me.
I can’t stand it. I have to do something.
I break and send him a message, telling him Tex sucks ass, and I don’t want to hang out with him after learning he’s been such a dick to my bestie.
The phone rings instantly and it’s Big Tex himself. “What do you mean you don’t want to be my friend? You have to be.” He sounds in a panic.
I laugh. “Tex buddy, I would like to be your friend, honest, but my best friend hates you, so I don’t know how that will work,” I jokingly tell him.
“I’m begging you, please don’t breakup with me.”
I shake my head even though he can’t see me. “Put Tate on the phone you dork,” I tell him laughing.
“Not until you tell me we can be friends.” He sounds all cute like a kid.
“Ha, fine, fine, we’re friends. But I have the right to nut kick you if I see fit.”
He grumbles something, and I hear the phone get jostled.
Tate’s voice comes over the phone, giving me goosebumps. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Sorry about Tex, when I read him your text, he stole my phone,” he says with a chuckle.
“Yeah, it’s fine.” Gah, I am smiling so big. Thank God Courtney is asleep in her room, if she was in here right now, she’d probably be grinning all cheesy-ily at me and making kissy faces.
“So, did you get the story from your friend?” He asks. I’m assuming he wants to know for Tex.
“Yeah, I thought my situation with Keith was bad, including his awful parents, but Tex and his folks win the horribleness award.”
“Yikes. That’s some comparison. Kind of brutal.”
“Sorry. Ugh, yeah he’s your friend.” I sigh.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. I believe in honesty.”
In the background, I hear Tex shout, “Ask her if Courtney really had a date.”
Tate goes to speak, but I cut him off. “I heard, and yes. She didn’t get home until late. And it looks like she got pretty frisky,” I say, knowing he’ll tell his friend, wanting him to suffer for how he did Court. And sure enough, he does. I hear a crash and a slam of a door.