Page 77 of Sweet Girl
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she bellows out when I tell her what happened tonight. “Holy shit. If it were me, I would’ve rushed over to that ho and bitch-slapped her punk-ass face. Then I would’ve kicked him in the balls.”
I cringe at her violent proposition, because I would never have considered doing any of that. So I guess there are some positive aspects of my twin’s differing personality traits. She’s a bit rash and explosive – taking shots and then asking questions. I’m more of the little turtle – pulling into my shell to avoid conflict and drama. Hence the reason I ran. I’m a bit conflict averse, to say the least.
“It hurts, Kady. It hurts so much.”
I see my mirror image looking back at me through my phone, her blue hair pinned back from her face, dark smudges underneath her eyes.
“It’s okay, sissy. I know. Love fucking sucks. Sex can be great, but outside of that, guys are just assholes. That’s why women should all be lesbians. Hey, speaking of which...did I tell you about my kiss with Leesa the other night? Holy hotness...that whole “I experimented in college” thing is for realz.”
I know this shouldn’t shock me hearing Kady confess something like this. She is anything but subtle and will try anything once. But holy cats – she kissed a girl? She made out with a chick? This is not something I ever expected to hear. I don’t even have words...
“Uh.” See? No words.
Kady snickers, her brightly painted fingernails moving to rub across her lips.
“I know...it freaked me out at first, too. I’ve actually never thought about it before, but it’s no biggie. It’s not like we fucked or anything. I didn’t even get to cop a feel. It was more of a joke. We were at a party when someone dared us to kiss. Leesa is in my Interpersonal Relations class...so who better than to relate with?” She laughs boldly at her attempt at humor.
I roll my eyes at the absurdity of this conversation. This is what she always does. She somehow always manages to maneuver a conversation from whatever the topic is to direct the focus on her. I appreciate the redirection this time, though. It keeps me from thinking about...
Just then, a text pops up on my phone, as Kady continues to regale her ‘I kissed a girl’ moment.
My eyes stare in fascination at the words.
Van: Please, please, please
Van: Don’t let this be over
Van: You’re everything to me
Van: I LOVE YOU
Van: Please believe nothing happened
Van: I swear. Nothing was going on
Van: I need to see you
Van: Can I see you?
“Hey. What are you doing? You’re obviously not listening to me right now.”
Kady’s voice dislodges me from my head, where I’m ruminating over Van’s pleas. Except for my father when he left my mom, I’ve never been in a position to forgive a man. Am I supposed to make him sweat it out? Or give in right away?
I think about the remaining time I have this weekend. It’s already late Saturday night. I have to leave back for school on Monday evening. The drive is four hours and I have a class bright and early on Tuesday. So if I don’t want this entire weekend to go to waste, I need to decide now.
“Van’s texting me.”
Kady grumbles. “Duh. I figured that. What’s he saying?”
I read her the texts.
“So? What should I do?”
“I’d personally make him wait. But that’s just me. Maybe he did and maybe he didn’t have anything to do with Lyndsay’s impromptu visit. She could’ve been sneaky just like you and shown up announced.”
Now that I think about it, I kind of feel bad for putting Van in that position tonight. If it’s true that he was cornered by Lyndsay, and then pounced on by me out of the blue, I can only imagine what that might do to a guy. Of course, he appeared guilty. He had no control over the situation or circumstances.
“I do believe him. I just don’t know how to move forward. How can I trust him?”
