Page 22 of Pretend I’m Yours
“My ex-wife,” I said. She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in a bit of a cute school-girlish way. But I got the impression she was feeling compassion, not betrayal that I hadn’t said anything about it before now. “Ran off with my best friend when I was overseas.”
She reached down and put her hand in mine, giving it a squeeze. “You don’t have to go into the details, really. It’s none of my business, but I do think you should know that you are better off single than with someone like that.”
I smiled. It was a sad smile, but I was still glad I was able to smile. I gave her hand a light squeeze in return. “You know what? You’re absolutely right.”
10
Hannah
I lazily walked back to the couch and plopped myself down, balancing the pizza carefully on the plate. I had a bottle of wine on the floor with a half-full glass on the table in front of me, but I was more interested in the pizza at the moment.
I looked down at my phone and sighed. I’d forgotten that Teisha had texted me fifteen minutes before, and she just had again. She was trying to get me to go out to the club, but I wasn’t about to leave alone. Not after last time.
I’m spending a lazy night on the couch but thank you! Raincheck?
I hit send, but before I had the chance to set my phone down, she fired a text back. I knew she was getting mad at me, but I didn’t care. I was still feeling rather upset with her after what happened at the club last time, though I was happy about how it had led to me meeting Drake.
Just because you are playing house doesn’t mean that you have to play by all the rules. If he’s not going to let you get out and have a good time you need to pretend to divorce his ass and get down here!
I rolled my eyes. Teisha was the only person I’d told the truth. I made her swear she’d not breathe it to anyone, not even to Mel and Cami, and I believed she hadn’t. But I still wasn’t going to let her tell me what to do.
I don’t know where the hell he is, and that doesn’t matter. I’ve got wine and a movie and pizza. There’s no need for me to go anywhere
After hitting send, I just held onto my phone, waiting for the reply. Sure enough, it came fast and furious.
You’re never any fun anymore! Bye Bitch!
I laughed as I set the phone on the coffee table. She’d be mad for a day or two, but then she’d feel bad for being a jerk to me and text me again. It was the way we related to each other. Sure, it could be annoying at times, but I put up with it.
Hell, that girl sure put up with enough of my drama when I was with Brandon, I owed it to her to put up with a bit of her frustration every now and then. I turned up the volume on the TV and laid back on the couch, once again turning my attention to my pizza, and letting my mind wander back to the fact that I wanted a cat.
It was something I’d thought about since Brandon and I had split, but I had a feeling my parents would put their foot down if they knew I wanted something that could scratch up their five-thousand-dollar couch.
Then again, I thought, they would probably be pretty pissed if they knew I was eating pizza and drinking red wine on their five-thousand-dollar couch, too.
I chuckled to myself at the thought as I took another bite. A cat would be nice to hang out with, but then, I wasn’t truly home enough to really justify having a pet. Sure, it might seem like I preferred to be home since I refused to go out on a Friday night, but the fact of the matter was that school took up most of my time.
And when I finally did get my degree, I would be working with kids most of the day. A pet would just be another thing that I had to squeeze into my schedule, and I didn’t want to have to deal with that.
The cute cat that suddenly appeared in my movie wasn’t helping the argument I was having against myself when suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Drake coming in.
I wasn’t sure where he’d gone or what he was doing, but I always locked the door regardless. It was one thing I made clear to him from the moment I gave him the key. Keep it on him or risk being locked out. I sat up more on the couch, assuming a more ladylike position and placing the pizza on the table rather than holding it up to my face.
