Page 28 of Jake Forever
Again, he grew silent, and I started to feel slightly uncomfortable, because I knew exactly what he was getting at. When it came to me, he wasn't exactly the fighting type.
It wasn't that he was a pushover – far from it – but he didn't like to argue any more than I did.
And Ihatedit.
"Alright, fine," I finally said, "I know you don't pick fights with me, but come on. Let's discuss this like adults, okay?"
"Sure." His voice hardened. "Go ahead."
"What?"
"Yeah. You wanna talk?" He made a forwarding motion with his hand. "Let's hear it."
"That's not what I mean. If something's bothering you, I want to know."
"Yeah? Well, it looks to me like you're the one who's bothered."
Why deny it? "You're right. Iambothered. And you're not helping."
Again, I thought of that girl, cradled against his chest as he carried her away from all the commotion. I thought of the hours that I'd spent waiting at his penthouse, alone, wondering if he was okay. I thought of her lips on his crotch and his smile for camera.
I didn't want to ask. But I had to, because if I wondered one more minute, I'd go insane. In a very soft voice, I said, "That girl, do you like her?"
And then, there were the questions I didn't ask.
Do you want her?
Did you have her?
I felt myself swallow.Is she going to be my replacement?
