Page 32 of Eight Weeks
“Used to be,” she repeats to herself. “I do have to warn you, Sofia. Aaron is over quite a lot because we’re dating and well, you know.” She shrugs, grinning widely. “I hope you don’t mind when certain activities get a bit louder.”
Hearing Aaron having sex? Yeah, I think I will pass. It’s not like it is going to happen, right? Aaron said he was single, Winter is his ex-girlfriend, and it doesn’t seem like he’s still interested in her, otherwise he wouldn’t have kissed me, right?
“Just tell me when to leave and I will.”
“Will do.” She turns to look at the TV, seemingly being done with our conversation. I’m about to leave and check on Aaron, or my shelf, when she speaks up again. “And Sofia, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself. Aaron is my boyfriend. I know he’s hot and all, and I’m sure you’d love to spend a night with him. But he’s taken, and too busy to build up shelves for some random girl he used to know.”
What the fuck?This woman iscrazy. No wonder her and Aaron didn’t work out.
“Clearly, he’s not too busy to do that, otherwise he wouldn’t be here right now, would he?” Is it wrong to start a fight with your new roommate? I don’t think so. Not in this case, anyway. And besides,Ididn’t start the fight, she did.
“I think I know my boyfriend better than you do,Sophie.”
“Could’ve fooled me with your ability to remember names,” I mutter. “My name isSofia. You better remember that cause you will see a whole lot of me. Of me and Aarontogether. And, FYI, he isn’t your boyfriend, everyone knows that.”
“He isn’t yours eithers.”
I lift my shoulders, forming my mouth into a line. “Never said that, now, have I?”
“Said what?” a deep voice asks from right behind of me. As I turn around, I am greeted with two green eyes staring at me. Aaron doesn’t even bother to acknowledge Winter, despite the little shriek that left her mouth right after he showed up.
“I think we need to talk, Aaron, baby.”
He shakes his head, still not bothering to look at Winter as his eyes remain on me. “Swear, if Winter annoys you, give me a call and I’ll take care of it.”
“With sex?” Winter blurts out, but Aaron and I ignore her,again. Perhaps she should be taking offence that he just called her annoying, but all she cares about is getting laid by him. I’m pretty sure that’s an obsession that should be checked out professionally.
“So, about the holidays…” His eyes flicker over my shoulder, taking a look at Winter for the first time today.
Aaron takes a step closer to me, his hand reaching behind my head where he pulls on one end of the ribbon in my hair to loosen up the bow. I want to complain about it when I’m getting distracted by Aaron wrapping my favorite ribbon around his wrist, stealing from me.
“Can I come with you?”
I nod, barely even realizing what he’s asked as I’m too perplexed still.
Aaron Marsh has just taken my favorite ribbon from me. The one string of fabric I use daily to tie into a cute bow at the back of my head to keep my hair out of my face. Heknowsit’s my favorite one, the color gives it away.
But what shocks me even more, I didn’t stop him, nor am I asking for it back.
“I’m keeping that, Icicle. And you better never take off that necklace ever again.” He pulls on the necklace around my neck, letting it dangle downovermy shirt.
“Aaron…” I know he’s just trying to get me attached to that thing again, get me attached tohimagain. But it won’t work. It won’t because I’ve always been attached to this necklace. The greater challenge will be not getting attached to him.
“I saw the frog on your bed, Sofia. You cannot fucking tell me you kept that thing all those years for nothing. I don’t believe that bullshit. So cut it out.”
“I kept it for the memories. It means things to me. But that doesn’t mean I still feel the same way about you the way I used to years ago.”
He winks at me, not eventryingto look hurt by my words. His goddamn ego must be bigger than I thought, probably the size of the sun.
“Winter, can I talk to you for a second?” he then says, the smile on his face disappearing with every word that leaves his mouth.
“Sure. I was just about to ask you the same thing.”
And just like that, they’re gone into her bedroom, away from my ears to hear them talk.
To my horror, I catch myself wondering what they’re talking about. Is heofficiallygoing to end things with her? Is he going to get back together with her? Is he telling her to behave and not try to murder me in my sleep?
I even consider eavesdropping, but I won’t sink that low. If they wanted me to hear what they’re talking about, they would’ve stayed in this room and not walk off to her bedroom.
