CHAPTER515
I watch her go, listening to the long drawn out rings and knowing fine that Nathan is with Arry in Miami. It seems to take endless seconds before he picks up and the noise of a busy atmosphere hits me before Nate’s voice does.
“Sophie… Aren’t you calling the wrong cell, Arry is being interviewed right now so can’t answer.” He sounds like he always does, upbeat and confident, and in no way concerned that he just smashed a poor girls heart to smithereens yesterday.
“No, I’m calling you to call you a dickhead and ask you why you think it’s acceptable to fuck Jenny and then dump her via text after she leaves your apartment. That was the most douche baggest move of the century Nate, even for you.” I snap at him angrily and get silence in response. The noise around him seems to change rapidly as though he has moved somewhere quiet. “Not going to say anything?” I snap again, temper rising at his lack of conversation. Hating men who feel they do not have to give a response to angry females on their phone. Nate knows me better than to blank me.
“What can I say? Yep, dickhead move…. I didn’t have the nerve to say it to her face, I didn’t want to see her cry.” He sounds a lot less cocky suddenly, more closed off, the way Arry can get when he doesn’t want to talk about something. It grinds on my nerves.
“You’re an asshole. Maybe she was already thinking of moving on and you just beat her to it. Jenny can do a hell of a lot better than being your fuck buddy and she deserved a little more respect than you showed her. Even her idiot Ex realizes what he lost and has come groveling to win her back, so maybe in future stick to one-night stands and stay clear of girls who deserve more! She isn’t one of THOSE types and she deserves better!” I’m properly yelling now, so pissed at his attitude that I really want to hang up on him and scream.
“Sophie?” He tries to butt in.
“No, Nate, listen to me; you know I adore you. Maybe not today. I have always got on with you, but with this I am so fucking pissed at you. Text dumping her after using her for sex one last time? You don’t deserve her tears. Why didn’t you just leave her alone after the first time, huh? Isn’t that more your style?” I grind my teeth, tap my nails on the table and see Jenny appear sheepishly, seeing me still on my cell she turns and heads to the vending machine.
“I…. uhhh…. Don’t tell me she’s crying, Sophs.” He sounds feeble as hell for a moment and I soften at him, still majorly angry but a hint of the good guy he can occasionally be stands out like a sore thumb. Then I remember he bailed on seeing her cry and dumped her via text and fury returns.
“Like you care. Yes, she’s crying, what did you think would happen? She’s not someone who sleeps around, Nate, even though she tried to convince you she was. All you have done is make her think she would be better going back to that dickhead ex who treated her like shit. I guess because you showed her that all men treat her like shit no matter who she dates.” I know that’s not exactly true, but he is making me severely pissed and I want him to feel like the shithead that he’s been to her. I watch her in the distance, fumbling with her coins, trying to look normal and clearly not okay.
There’s a long silence on the line, only the background noise and then he finally speaks.
“I need to go Sophie. I’m sorry. Tell her …… tell her I’m sorry I turned out to be an asshole. It’s not like I didn’t warn her we weren’t going anywhere.” He hangs up before I get a chance to say anything and I stare at my phone completely dumbstruck. I shouldn’t even be surprised, this is who Nate is, always has been. He is the biggest commitment-phobe going and I should have known Jenny would only get hurt.
“Asshole, fucking goddamn, douche bag dickhead, of a rodent’s ass.” I swear venomously at my phone.
I slam my phone down on the table, scowling into mid-air and gritting my teeth. Nate is one of those infuriating men who never talk about anything, except maybe to Arry, but even then, I have no clue how their conversations go as Arry isn’t the type to repeat anything a friend tells him. I know the entire time he was with Natasha she never knew anything about my past, only that I was adopted and had a crap start in life.
Arry is one of those types of people who never really tells anyone anything that other people confide to him, well maybe sometimes Jake or Emma. Only because he knows that we both confide in them; they know everything about us both and well… Jake is his brother.
I once asked Emma what Arry told her about my sessions and things I told him, and she only ever said “the bare minimum”, so I am guessing he has some sort of code about harboring people’s secrets or confidentialities.
He’d better realize that I don’t count and should be told everything from here on in!
He better open up to me about Nathan or there will be hell to pay, I am fuming right now. I don’t care about any best mate or guy code in this, I am his fucking girlfriend and he better be straight with me or he can go to the doghouse and keep Nate company.
“What did he say?” Jenny looks coyly at me as she slides back down, carrying about ten assorted brands of chocolate and three packets of Cheetos. I steal one and yank it open a little aggressively.
“Not much… Gave him a piece of my mind and got the lame male response. I’m an asshole, tell her I am sorry. No explanations, nothing. Fuck him, Jen.” She slumps down, looking desolate and gives me the universal eyebrow rise of ‘What else can I do?’ Taking the bar of chocolate from her pile of goodies and digging in with a very somber expression.
“Stop laughing, I really don’t like you right now!” I sulk down the phone, pulling at my shoes on the couch of my apartment and glaring at them before tossing them away, as Arrick kills himself laughing down the other end of the line.
“Baby? I’m sorry…” He bursts into another hysterical fit and I literally feel my temper rising. I am seriously not a happy camper with him right now, and what started as minor insult has escalated because he is an asshole. The biggest type of douche bag known to man and if he were here, I would make him eat my shoe.
“I’m hanging up on you.” I pout, tears welling in my eyes and lip wobbling, stupidly hurt over a stupid text and acting dumb, but I can’t help it. He has this insane ability nowadays to hurt my feelings so much more easily than he ever did.
“Sophie. Come on…. Don’t. I want to talk to you, that’s why I called instead.” He’s still trying to control the giggling fit he’s hit but I am not laughing along. Even if he is half begging me with a little cute endearing tone. Through laughter though!
Asshole!"
