Page 57 of Ecstasy
Me:What the fuck is wrong with you?
I send off the message, not really expecting a reply. I lay on my back, holding my phone over my head under the covers.
I wish Alex was here.
I wish I could be honest with him.
I wish I could tell him Eli is fucked up.
Instead, I just scroll through some pictures of us. My legs wrapped around him at the beach, his mom behind the camera. I have the biggest smile on my face, and I wasn’t even high that day. He’s pretending to bite my cheek, his hands under my ass. He looks happy too. I can see that dimple in his cheek, even with his teeth bared against my skin.
There’s another picture of me, coming up out of the water at his parents’ pool that night they were away. I’m naked, but he took the photo carefully, so you can’t tell.
If only he’d been that careful last fucking weekend.
Before I can thumb through the next picture, I get a text from Eli. My heart flutters in my chest, my stomach in knots. I take a breath before I open it.
Eli:Miss me, baby girl?
This asshole.
Before I can compose myself, I just let my fingers fly over my screen.
Me:Why would you do that? Why would you fucking lie like that?
This time, I don’t go back to pictures of Alex. I just wait, because almost immediately, I see Eli is typing.
Him:He’s not good for you.
And then, a second later, before I can think of what to say, he adds:Take a picture of your scars. I want to see them.
I roll my eyes, squeezing said thighs together before I reply.
Me:Fuck you.
I bite my cheek as I wait for his response. I don’t have to wait long.
Him:How’s your roomie, Zara?
I frown at my screen, brow furrowed. My arms are getting tired of holding my phone up so I shift onto my side, still perplexed. I don’t know if he even knows Kylie, and she is asleep in her room. I saw her when I came out for an apple earlier in the day.
Before I can ask him what the fuck he’s talking about he says,You know her and Alex are close?
I laugh out loud. That’s hilarious. Alex has been over a lot, and him and Kylie barely exchange three words to each other. They are definitely not close. Besides, I think about all those questions Kylie asked me about Alex. How she always said he was a dick.
Me:Yeah. Funny. Fool me once…
Eli’s reply is almost instant.
Him:I lied to him. I’m not going to lie to you.
I bite my lip, frowning. He’s obviously full of shit. Dude is crazy. He’s just insane. He tried to start shit between me and Alex by making up some shit about me flashing him, so there’s no way this is true. Kylie isn’t Alex’s type. Alex is definitely not Kylie’s type.
How close?I ask, giving in. If he wants to talk shit, I’ll see how far he can go.
He starts typing, then stops, then starts and stops all over again. My heart is pounding in my chest and I pull down my covers, glancing at my closed bedroom door. Kylie would not go there. Alex wouldn’t either. Between the two of us, I’m the cheater.
Alex is arrogant, and a dick, but he’s not a cheater.
