So Wrong

She talked about ways she could figure it out, how she knew she was trespassing on his private life but she couldn’t understand how he could move on so quickly, how it wasn’t fair he had met someone and she kept going on dates with losers, but I was lost in the stormy ocean of my own hazy, messed up world.

Then she said something and I was brought back to the conversation. “What?”

“I asked what’s up with you. You’re a million miles away.”

“I’m sorry.”

She looked me over and then a small smile flickered on her lips. “You’re fucking someone, aren’t you?”

“Chloe!”

She looked at me closely and her smile grew wider. “Oh my God, you’re serious about him, aren’t you?! Why haven’t you said anything? Is that why you’ve been acting weird? Tell me everything! My own love life may suck but that doesn’t mean you can’t tell me about yours!”

I can’t tell you about mine, Chloe, because you’re likely going to ram a machete into my head, I thought.

“I’m not seeing anyone.”

This time she heard the lie.