“Me?”
“Yes – you!” I’m starting to get really annoyed now. “We had an affair behind Will’s back! I broke his heart only yesterday morning! I’m trying to spare causing him anymore pain than I’ve already done!”
“And you don’t think I wasn’t in pain? All the time you were still with him, stuck between me and him, and then having to see you with him at my show and then the after party. I sat here that night driving myself fuckin’ crazy thinking about you in that room with him! Sleeping in that bed with him! Jesus Christ!” He picks his cigarettes up off the table and angrily gets one out.
“I didn’t sleep with Will, I told you, and I haven’t since we started sleeping together.”
“You think I’m talking about sex here, Tru?” He slams the cigarette packet back on the table. “I’m talking about the fact that you were lying in bed, next to him, all night, when it should have been me. I should have been the one waking up beside you.”
“You have me now!” I yell frustrated. “And every single day from now! Why are we even talking about this?!”
“Because you don’t want to be seen in public with me!”
“I do!” I take a calming breath in through my nose. “I just want to wait a little while,” I say in a calmer voice. “Let things settle down.”
“So you’re telling me you won’t go out with me?” His gaze is fixed and determined I shake my head, no.
“Fine.” He pushes his chair out, the metal legs scraping loudly against the stony floor and gets to his feet. “I’ll see if Denny and Simone want to do something with me – maybe I should take Stuart as my date.” He tosses his unlit cigarette onto the table.
“Jake, please let’s not do this.” I stand up, reaching for him. “I don’t want to fight.”
“Yeah, well I do.”
He storms off into living room.
I get out of my chair, and follow him in.
“You’re being unfair,” I say, from behind him.
Stuart looks up from the laptop.
“I’m being unfair?!” Jake rounds on me.
“Yes. You’re acting like a spoilt child who can’t get his own way.”
Stuart gets out of his seat and quietly slips across the room, and out the main door. I don’t blame him. I wish I could leave too.
“Yeah, and you’re acting like someone who still has feelings for her ex! Are we really back there again Tru? You stuck between me and Will again? Do you want to go back to him?”
“What? No! Where is this even coming from?” I grip my head frustrated. “I chose you! And I would choose you every single time! But I broke Will’s heart in doing so. The very least I can do is try and make things a little easier for him.”
“You didn’t choose me.” His tone is low and cold. “Will made the decision for you when you told him the truth. You never said to him, ‘I’m ending this with you because I want to be with Jake’. I was just your fuckin’ consolation prize.”
I feel like he’s just slapped me.
“Screw you, Jake.”
I storm into his bedroom, get my room key off the nightstand and head straight for the main door.
Jake’s still standing where I left him.
“Where are you going? Running off back to Will?” he says bitterly from behind me.
I stop at the door.
“No, I’m just getting as far away as possible from you and your goddamn self-destruct button!”
I slam the door loudly behind me, then run to my room, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Look at us. Two minutes into our relationship and we’re already fighting.
I just wish he could see things from my point of view. I’m not trying to hurt him, but I don’t want to cause Will any more pain than I already have.
Is this going to be Jake and I? When it’s good it’s great and when it’s bad it’s really awful.
We never used to fight like this when we were younger.
But I guess back then, sex and passion weren’t part of our relationship, and those two things can go a long way to flaring up arguments. I don’t know, maybe we’ve just moved too fast together.
I’m in my bed, where I’ve been for the last hour and a half, staring blankly at the TV, stewing and crying over my fight with Jake.
I wonder if he’s gone out with Simone and Denny?
Part of me wants to go and see him and sort this out. But I’m still majorly pissed off with him, and my pride just won’t let me.
I’ve done nothing wrong so I’m definitely sitting this one out.
Adele suddenly starts to ring on my nightstand. I haven’t checked my phone in days.
As I pick it up, I see there’s a load of missed calls, voicemail messages and texts.
Will I’m guessing.
I’ll deal with them later, because right now, Jake is calling me.
“You’re calling me?” I say in ‘still angry Tru’ mode.