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Fuck. He’s far too nice, and yet he’s distant all at the same time. Why is he asking me about other guys? Does he care? I have no fucking idea. But I think what I really need to ask myself is what do I want him to mean? I think I want him to be jealous, which is probably why I tell him the truth.
EM
So there was a guy called Seb who hit on me. He bought me and the girls two rounds of shots as a way to get my attention. I’m not kidding you, he was one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen.
There’s a pause for a while, and Lee doesn’t reply back as quickly as he has been doing. Fuck, have I ruined things by being too honest. I mean, I could have told him the rest of the story, about how I turned him down because of how I feel about Lee. But I think part of me wanted to see how Lee would react, if he would get jealous. I know it’s a stupid, childish game to play, but it’s too fucking late to take it back now.
Thankfully, a few minutes later, his reply comes through.
LEE
I don’t think I like the sound of some hot guy hitting on you. But I also don’t think I have any right to say that.
Well… that’s not quite the answer I was after. Why is he being so fucking logical? I know I have no right to want it, but I do want him to get angry. I want him to be jealous.
EM
I think I like that you don’t like it.
LEE
Are you trying to make me jealous?
I pause for a second staring at the screen on my phone, my friends too lost in their own conversation to even realise I’m paying them no attention. At some point another round of drinks makes its way to our table, and as I take a mouthful of my vodka and lemonade, the alcohol burns as it goes down. My vision starts to blur a bit as I blink a few times, trying as hard as I can to focus on the tiny phone screen.
That small bit of alcohol—obviously combined with the huge amounts I downed before—seems to tip me over into the drunk category. It’s like my brain is aware of what I’m saying, and it tries to grab a hold every so often to remain rational, but occasionally the drunk side wins out, and I end up replying in a way I wouldn’t normally.
EM
If I am, is it working?
What the fuck am I doing? I’m not the sort of person to mess about like this, but my logical brain has been put to bed for the night, and drunk Emmaleigh is running the show tonight.
LEE
What happened with you and this hot guy? Are you still with him?
EM
Why aren’t you answering the question?
LEE
Because I don’t want to be jealous. I can’t be. I have no right to be. Yet still the idea that you are dressed as fucking gorgeous as you are, sitting with another guy while you text me, it’s driving me a little crazy.
EM
Why do you think that is?
LEE
I answered your question, now you have to answer mine. Is he still there with you?
EM
No.
LEE
