Page 28 of Losing Control
“Ugh, you two are so bleurgh,” Kim says from her desk, making both Michael and I laugh.
“It’s only because you’re jealous,” I tease her. She pokes her tongue out at me, making me laugh harder.
“Of course I am. Whilst you two are still in some sort of lust-filled haze, I get to spend the weekend listening to Jeremy shout at the football scores whilst farting intermittently.”
“Oh, Kim, stop,” I say as I hold my stomach which is starting to ache from all of the laughing.
“Seriously, it’s going to be the highlight of my weekend.”
“Maybe we could all get together Saturday night?” I suggest, seeing as we haven’t all been out together for a while.
“That sounds awesome! It’s a definite date, so no calling me to cancel because you’re too busy fucking each other’s brains out,” Kim says, and I blow her a kiss whilst grabbing my stuff to get the hell out of here.
Michael places his arm around my shoulders and we walk out of the office and make the short journey home.
Once we get through the front door, I head straight to the kitchen and click the kettle on to make a cup of tea.
“Would you like a drink?” I shout so that Michael can hear me in the hallway.
“No, I’m good,” he answers from behind me. I take a mug out of the cupboard and pick up the television remote, flicking it on so that I can see what films are on this evening.
“What do you fancy watching tonight?” I ask Michael as he stands in the doorway to the kitchen.
“I don’t mind,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.
“You know that if you don’t say now then you will be subjected to two hours of pure unfiltered chick flick, don’t you?” I say teasingly.
“Why did you say that we would go out tomorrow night?” he says, abruptly changing the subject. The kettle clicks to signal that it has boiled, and I busy myself making my drink.
“I just thought that it might be nice. We always have fun when we hang out with Kim and Jeremy, and I couldn’t stand the thought of Kim’s weekend consisting of farting, belching and shouting out the football scores,” I say with a chuckle. I stir my drink and put the kettle back on its stand. “Why, is there a problem?”
“It would have been nice to have been consulted beforehand.”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t think that you would mind.” He nods his head at me and makes a grumbling noise. “If it’s a problem then we can take a rain check?”
“Yeah, right, and have Kim storming round here to drag us out anyway?”
“Did we have plans to do something?” I ask, racking my brains in case I have forgotten anything.
“Not exactly.”
“Well then, there’s no problem,” I say with a smile as I pick up my drink and place it on the kitchen table.
“You don’t ever see anything as a problem,” he mutters quietly.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” I ask, placing my hand on my hip defiantly. He scoffs and throws his hands into the air in exasperation.
“Oh, come on, Lucy, we always do what you want to do. When do you ever ask me what I want to do?”
“Are you being serious right now?”
“Totally.” I’m taken aback at his attitude.
I cast my mind back and try to think of a time when I have asked him what he wants to do. Unfortunately, I can’t think of one, but that is because he always tells me that it’s my choice and that he only wants to be doing what I want to do.
I feel anger bubble up within me at the way in which he speaks to me sometimes, and as much as I have tried to hide my frustration over the whole Tyler issue, I can no longer bite my tongue.
“And I suppose that speaking to Tyler behind my back shows consideration on your part, does it?” My tone comes out harsher than I expect it to, but at this point, I’m just pissed off with the way he speaks to me sometimes.
