Jealousy
-Don't ever speak to me again. Don't ever look at me again. Don't ever come back!
If there was a damn glass on this radio that wasn't made of plastic I swear I'd break it over his head. I'm walking the walls. My rage and indignation are getting the better of me.
-If you would let me explain.
-Explain yourself? How you have such a nerve! And I thought you'd have a little decency and not come back here.
-If you had come by the house, I would have explained it to you there.
-Home? -You mean my house. You mean my house. Mine! Totally mine.
Anthony, who has just walked through the door, stands halfway between me and my screams. Laura and Karina don't bat an eyelash. Poor them. And to think they thought he was a nice guy.
-Can you tell me what is going on?
Poor Laura with that little voice always like a sympathetic child. One day she will have to wake up. If she knew we were dealing with a swindler she wouldn't be so sweet.
What do I say, a swindler! He is a phony. An impersonator. A... a...
-You bastard! You're a bastard! You're already taking too long to leave. Pick up your backpack and go back where you came from. No goodbyes. We don't need them.
-What's this all about?
Poor Anthony, he doesn't know anything.
-He didn't tell you? And I thought you were the best new friends.
Anthony wrinkles his forehead. I don't care if he bursts into his own fury. I'm not in the mood for sentimentality. I've got too much on my plate.
-Maybe you can count it? -. Anthony shakes his head from me to the lying pig.
-You see...
-You want to explain? -Now?! To good sleeves this hem.
-You are not in your right mind. Why don't we clear this up somewhere else. And alone.
-Alone? And thus hide your crime? Not at all. I'm going to explain myself loud and clear.
-You would think so..." he snorts as he speaks.
I'm about to throw the first thing I can find at her, namely the post-it note pad, when Karina stops me with her arm raised in the air. She and her prudent expense management.
-It all started..." Blake yawns in boredom, "Where's a jug! - Even if it's made of plastic, I'm sure I'll be able to crack his skull open. If it doesn't break, there's no cost! -I say to Karina who twists her face analyzing my accounting proposal.
-It turns out that this gentleman, this one, who is right in front.
-My name is Blake.
-This one," I repeat, emphasizing the first vowel, "is a classist, uptight liar and a control freak. Because I haven't forgotten about getting angry because I make late-night deliveries either.
-Anthony throws the folders he was holding as a newborn baby.
-You don't think that's enough!
-Honey, we're all a little classist and a little uptight. And I don't like the late-night deals either," they both shake their heads in affirmation like idiot siblings. I'd kick them in the skull.
-Do you think the same?
The faces say it all. I'm climbing the walls. I find myself surrounded by wolves in kitten's clothing.
-It's not what you think.
Blake's deep, American-sounding voice sounds concerned.
-A shitty thing for you! You're a... a...
-Let's calm down -Laura as always with her humanitarian sense. To hell with her and her third world NGO speeches.
-He laughed at me! He made fun of my work. He had fun at my expense! He treated me like shit.
I will not cry. I will not cry.
-You did what? Anthony stretches his six-foot-six-inch frame to the fullest. What exactly happened?
Anthony asks mumbling along with the girls who position themselves next to me. My eyes sting sadly. I'm not going to cry.
-It wasn't like that.
-You should explain yourself. Good for Karina. That's my friend.
-I didn't do any of the things she says.
-Bullshit! You tried to control me. Then you laughed at me. I am beyond furious. I feel hurt as a worker and as a woman -. you hurt me.
-I didn't mean to. You have to believe me. I would never hurt you. Look me in the eye. You know I wouldn't. Sofia...
-Either you explain to me about hurting him or I swear I'll break your face.
Anthony is starting to lose his temper. Well, between the two of us, I'm sure we'll tear out his eyelashes and weave a basket.
-Came to the agency's recording studio this morning with a food delivery.
-I understand." Anthony ducks his head.
-You understand, my ass. He and his little friends made fun of me.
-Did you do that? You're a piece of shit. And here's another very accurate definition. Good for Karina.
-I didn't laugh at anyone.
-Much worse! He ignored me like a fly.
-I wasn't at the door!
-Yes, you were.
-Not at first!
-In the beginning? -You see! Liars have a short life. You mean later, yes. Go to your little friend!
-She is not my friend.
-I choke up, remembering the image of Blake with her sitting on his lap.
-It is not!
-Don't yell at me!
-Then let me explain!
-Laura holds me and I allow myself a moment of comfort.
Since the delivery, a little less than six hours ago, I have been crying with inexhaustible rage and excessive shame. The bastard pretended he didn't know me. A girl laughed at my hat and threw five euros at me like I was a mangy dog. I felt humiliated and abandoned. He, meanwhile, was too busy with a Barbie sitting on his knee. A redhead with anti-gravitational tits. I hide my face behind Laura's shoulder. I don't want to cry.
I feel like an ordinary girl. One whose pride is trampled and whose heart is choked. One who should never have laid eyes on someone like him. Did he think he could be interested in me? Crying tries to win me over. I won't let it.
-Sofia, I didn't ignore you. You have to believe me.
-It was much worse, you were ashamed to know me.
-I didn't mean to hurt you. I'd cut off my arm before I'd hurt you. I swear.
-What happened exactly?
Why is Anthony asking him in that soft tone and not breaking his nose?
-I gave them the money to pay, I was too engrossed in the figures on the computer. One of the girls came to the door and said something about the chips and her cap. In the distance I thought I heard Sofia's voice. As I approached she was running down the hallway toward the exit. I tried to catch her, but she got on the elevator. She was in the living room on the twentieth floor, I could hardly have reached her coming down the stairs. I looked everywhere for her, but she didn't respond to any of my messages. I came here hoping to find her.
-Engrossed in figures? You are the king of lies.
-Were you ashamed of her? -Anthony asks seriously.
-Never.
The scoundrel even seems sincere.
-You're lying! They treated me like shit. You heard us arguing, but you didn't come closer because the redhead's tits had choked you.
-Redhead?
-Dana. He arrived yesterday from London -answers Anthony who holds back his laughter? I can't believe it. They're all the same. Cut from the same scissors of disgustingness.
-Honey, I don't think Blake is to blame. I'm sure he didn't mean to humiliate you. Laura speaks with her heart in her mouth. Poor naive girl.
-You are magnificent and that's why I offered you the job at the agency.
-I don't want it! I don't care if you burn it. I don't want to surround myself with those people. And as for my house, you can move in tonight. If you have a problem paying for a night in a hotel, I'll deduct it from the rent.
-Sofi, don't take things out of proportion. Anthony speaks, calming the seas. It's normal, men get along well with men.
-All right. Don't pay me the rent. Leave early!
-I'm not moving anywhere. And this is all going to end right here. I didn't mean to hurt you because I didn't see you! I like to feel the warmth of a home and your home is as wonderful as you are. Next week you're going to work at the agency because you're worth it, because I need you and because this is all pointless bullshit. Now I'm going to our house. Our house. And don't be late or I'm going to come looking for you.
Blake walked away leaving me with the resignation letter on my lips.
-What's the matter with you two?
Without answering they both look at Anthony.
-The redhead, what exactly does she look like? -Laura asked seriously.
-One to ten? One thousand.
-Sofi, where exactly was the redhead? -He turns around asking me.
-Sitting on her legs. Why?
-I understand," Karina and Anthony nod before heading for the steering cabin.
-Do you understand? What do you understand? What do you understand? You don't intend to answer me!
Anthony sits down, searches the computer and presses a button. Marc Anthony speaks for him.
Envy, I'm dying of jealousy of envy....
Wanting to be a moon in the night...
Loving you until you forget his name.
, I can't stand so much jealousy... ...
-You assholes! I'm not jealous. I'm not jealous!
The music plays louder and I drop into the chair with the smoke from my brain reaching up to the ceiling.
-Sofi, that redhead with the fat tits. Did she have light eyes?
Laura sits next to me with pursed lips.
-I'm not sure. Maybe. The one with the picture in the wallet!
-It may be a coincidence.
-Or maybe it's his girlfriend.
-Cari, I'm sorry. I know you like him a lot.
-It's all right. He's not the guy for me.
Laura hugs me and I let myself be comforted against her chest while biting my lower lip with my teeth.
I will not cry. I don't want to cry...