Track 1 Blank Space #2
“You know what?” She set down the remaining plates in her hand and slid her bag over her shoulder. Then she walked toward me. “I should’ve seen this coming miles away; should’ve known that you would never bare your soul to me, like I bared mine to you.”
“You’re more than welcome to stay the night,” I said, glad she was somewhat accepting. “I never said I was putting you out. I can take you home tomorrow.”
“Oh! So, now you want to be a gentleman?” She hissed. “Please! My best friend is outside waiting for me.”
“Well, in that case, I’m sorry we didn’t work out.”
“You’re really not,” she said, stepping closer. “You’re not sorry because you don’t really want a girlfriend, Carter. You’ve never wanted one, and do you want to know why?” A slight purr escaped her lips and I was even more convinced that ending this relationship was for the best.
“Ask me why.” She pushed my shoulder. “Ask me why you don’t need a goddamn girlfriend!”
“Why don’t I need a girlfriend, Emily?”
“Because you already have one. You always have.” She pushed me harder. “And her name is Arizona Turner.”
I raised my eyebrow, completely confused.
“So, fuck you and her, and I hope your tiny little cock—”
“It was huge when you were riding it yesterday.”
“Whatever! Fuck. You. Carter.” She bumped me with her shoulder and headed toward the side door. She twisted and turned the lock a few times, pushing and pulling on the knob.
“You have to leave through the front door,” I said without moving. “New locks, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. I totally forgot about that. Did I ever tell you that I liked the new locks you picked?” She moved to the front door and opened it, looking over her shoulder. “I liked them a lot, very artsy and unique. How much did you pay for them again?”
I gave her a blank stare.
“Well, then,” she said, snapping back into pissed off mode.” Goodbye, Carter James. And FUCK YOU AGAIN. With something rough and sand-papery!”
The inevitable door slam came right after.
I walked into my room to see if she’d damaged anything, to see if she’d tried to leave a revenge mark somewhere, and she had.
Pictures that were once hanging on my wall—the only ones I had of my parents, were lying all over the floor.
She’d even somehow managed to open all my desk drawers and throw everything out without making too much noise.
Why do I continue to do this to myself?
Annoyed, yet relieved that I’d be spending tonight alone, I returned everything to its rightful place—hanging the pictures back up first.
When I finished tossing all of the pencils and pens back into the drawer, I heard my phone ringing in my pocket. Arizona, again.
“Yes?” I held it up to my ear. “Do I need to explain how sex works to you? I know it’s been a while in your world, but it really isn’t that difficult …”
“Scott dumped me!”
“What?”
“HE. DUMPED. ME!” She huffed. “But you know what? I’ll call and tell you about it tomorrow after I calm down. I don’t want Emily accusing you of having phone sex with me.”
“Emily actually just left.” I searched for my car keys. “We can talk.”
“Oh, my god, let me tell you then!” Her coherent speech ended right there. Whenever she was discussing a breakup, there was an endless tirade of cursing and ‘What a goddamn asshole!’ ‘He didn’t deserve me!’ ‘He’s going to miss me!’ woes before she started to sound intelligible.
“Ari,” I said after she’d called him a dickhead for the umpteenth time. “Just tell me what happened.”
“Right.” She took a deep breath. “He came back with the condoms, and we were suddenly half naked, kissing, and we were close to going there—so close. But those weird vibes came back, so I told him to stop and that I wasn’t ready.
I said I needed a little more time to make sure I was doing the right thing.
Then I said, ‘Besides, Carter thinks that I should—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I stopped, finally locating my car keys. “You brought me up?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? I told him what you said about me being one hundred percent sure before I slept with someone. Then he said, ‘Okay, that’s it. We’re over. Get the hell out’.”
“He did not tell you to get the hell out, Ari. You’re exaggerating.”
“He did!” She sounded livid all over again. “As a matter of fact, when I was walking out, he said that since I always have to go ask for your advice about everything, that I should just go and fuck you.”
Silence.
At the same time, we both burst into hysterical laughter.
“No offense,” I said, still laughing. “But I would never fuck you, let alone put up with you in a relationship.”
“You mean, I would never put up with you. Not only are you the worst boyfriend in the history of boyfriends, you’re also not my type.”
“Clearly.” I opened the ‘track-current-caller’ app on my phone. “Exceptionally sexy, muscular in all the right places, and the ability to make any woman want to sleep with me after a first date are somehow all unfortunate qualities in your mind.”
“Seriously? Are you listening to yourself right now?” She scoffed. “Please. For the record, my qualities are far better and weed out the one-track minded men like yourself: Smart, witty, and talented with something other than my tongue.”
“You left out your best quality.”
“Which one?”
“The permanent ‘not interested in fucking’ label etched onto your forehead.”
She laughed, and I heard a light knock at the door.
“Hold on a second.” I held the phone to my chest and walked to the front door, hoping it wasn’t Emily.
It wasn’t.
It was Ari, puffy red eyes and all.
“Can I spend the night on your couch, since Emily left?” she asked, stepping inside.
“It doesn’t make sense for me to go all the way back home at this hour, and I’m sort of offended that you didn’t at least offer me a ride, since I clearly said Scott kicked me out.
You know his apartment isn’t that far from here. ”
“I was actually getting ready to come get you.” I ended our call.
“Sure, you were.” Her eyes veered to my arm. “You got another tattoo?” She touched my sleeve, tracing the latest addition—another branch of Latin phrases on my overgrown cypress tree. “When was this?”
“Last week. I told you I was considering it.”
“Considering, not actually getting.” She traced it again. “I like it. Although, you’re definitely going to have to wear suits for most of your professional life. No one wants to hire a lawyer with a sleeve full of tattoos.”
“So you say.” I grabbed a blanket from the hallway closet and handed it to her. “You can take my room. I’ll sleep out here. I need to think.”
“About how to break up with Emily?”
“No, that’s already done. She overheard our conversation and dumped me right before you called.”
“Wow. What a suck-fest day for the both of us.” She frowned, but then she quickly snapped back into her usual upbeat self. “You want to grab a late breakfast this Saturday at Gayle’s?”
“Sure. Noon?”
“Actually, could we do one o’clock?” She started walking to my room. “I have a bikini wax appointment at noon.”
“Why are you waxing the one part of your body that no one ever sees?”
“I see it.”
“Hmmm. So, is that the real reason you wanted to postpone sleeping with Scott tonight? Because you had a bush you didn’t want him to see?”
“What? What did you say?”
“I know you, Ari.” I smirked. “And you definitely heard me. Is that the real reason?”
“Carter …”
“I’ve known you since what? Fifth grade?”
“Fourth grade.”
“Same thing,” I said, noticing a slight redness on her cheeks. “You can tell me. I’m not going to judge you. I’ll just suggest you keep your bush trimmed regularly, instead of worrying about waxing it all off at the last minute.”
“Even if I had a bush,” she said, rolling her eyes, “which I don’t, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t make that the main reasoning behind not having sex with someone—my boyfriend especially, at the last minute.”
“Good,” I said. “Because most guys—guys like me, honestly don’t care about that. And seeing as though you probably won’t be having sex for another eight months, I’m just trying to save you some money. Maybe take the money you’ll be spending on a wax this weekend and buy a better vibrator instead?”
She slammed the door to my room, and I laughed until I fell asleep.