Page 43 of Chasing Storm
“Because I was meeting them in secret to talk about you.”
“Oh.” I chew my lip. “She’s lying then?”
“What did she say?”
“She said that Thatcher climbed out of her bed this morning. But then he was waiting for me at the coffee shop.”
“And how did that make you feel?”
I roll my eyes. “What is this Psych 101? To be honest, I don’t know. Sad, I guess that I was right about them.”
“It’s not true. I confronted him about her the other day, and he was mad. Like flaming mad and upset and worried about how it would affect things with you. There is no way he was lying. She is. She is toxic.”
I gulp. I guess it doesn’t matter anyway. “Film?”
“You know it.” She bustles about getting us one lined up while I make us sandwiches and crisps, not having much else in. I really need to go shopping. Soon. Tonight, though, I want to forget about my impending sacking from Robb & Robb, the guys, Franco, Emma and everything else crappy that has happened over the last few weeks.
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JOSH
Ilook up from my notebook, where I’m sitting on my bed.
“It’s 2AM,” I say quietly.
“Can’t sleep. Have you even tried yet?” JP says.
“Nope. Won’t bother for another hour.”
“I need to get pissed,” he says, coming in and flopping down on the bed.
“No one is stopping you.”
“I’m stopping me. When I drink, I get horny.”
“Hornier, you mean.”
“Whatever.”
“Get a sex doll.” I go back to my writing. I don’t need JP’s anxiety over not getting shagged, aggravating my own. Not that I’m anxious over the shagging. It turns out I don’t need it. I just need more coffee.
“Eww,” he exclaims, sitting up. “Is that what you do?”
“Nope, don’t need to.”
“You are so fucking blasé about everything, aren’t you? Just sitting there all broody and shit.”
I shrug. “Not about everything.”
“No, Storm riles you up. Man, you did good the other night, breaking her and Franco apart. Oscar-winning performance.”
“Wasn’t acting. It hurts.”
Silence.
“Shit. Yeah, I guess it would.”
“Not helping, so if you have anything poignant to say, say it, or go get some sleep.”
