“You didn’t tell me Brody was gonna be here,” she whispered.
“I had no idea, I didn’t even know Andrew was having people over,” Blaire defended herself. “We were supposed to be on a plane right now, remember?”
“He looks sad.”
“Yeah, Andrew said he’s been sulking for a couple weeks.”
“About that girl?”
I caught Blaire’s reflection in the glass. She was leaned up against the wall, her arms folded over her chest.
Shit, they aren’t moving. I’m trapped.
“Kacie.”
Hearing Kacie’s name come out of Blaire’s mouth annoyed me, but I didn’t want to go out there and get stuck talking to Kendall again.
“He liked her that much?” Kendall asked.
“Who the fuck cares?” Blaire laughed.
“Shhh.”
“Oh, they can’t hear us, they’re in the theater room with the door shut. Really though, I could care less who the fuck he likes or how much. That boy needs to be concentrating on hockey and nothing else. I know that makes me a bitch, but so be it. The minute Andrew told me how crazy he was getting about her, I had to do something.” She laughed softly. “She was already so insecure, it wasn’t even hard to chase her off. I knew the minute I said summer fling, that was it, the seed was planted. Fucking priceless.”
I couldn’t fucking believe what I was hearing. When did Blaire talk to her again? Oh my God … the charity dinner. That’s why Kacie has been so weird with me ever since. Fuck, how could I have been so stupid not to figure this out sooner?
My blood was boiling, but I didn’t move an inch, I had to hear what else was said in that bathroom.
“You were behind her, did you see her face when I walked in?” Kendall giggled. “Classic.”
Holy shit, Kendall was in that bathroom too?
“No, but I wish I could have, I bet she almost shit her pants.” Blaire could hardly talk because she was laughing so hard. “Tough shit. Little Mommy can go find a meal ticket somewhere else. Maybe she’ll scoop up a nice baseball boy this time.”
“Maybe I’ll snag him while he’s on the rebound,” Kendall snickered.
“Yuck. I don’t know why the hell you want him, Kendall, seriously. You can do so much better.” Blaire sounded annoyed. “You two did your disgusting thing, he wasn’t exactly beating down your door. Move on. Besides, didn’t you just hear me? He needs to worry about blocking goals, nothing else.”
I’d heard enough.
I stomped out of the wine cellar, and both of their mouths hit the floor when they saw me.
I glared at Blaire, my chest heaving in anger. “You chased her away! It wasn’t me, it was you, you fucking cunt!”
Blaire didn’t argue; she stood there, shell-shocked. She knew she was busted.
“Brody…”
“Shut it, Kendall…” I snapped at her. “I expected this behavior out of Blaire, but you too?”
She said nothing, just looked at the ground while I turned my attention back to Blaire.
“What the fuck is your problem? You feel so goddamn wretched living in your own skin that you have to make others feel like shit so that you feel better?” My blood boiled as I stood over her, not caring how loud I yelled anymore. “She did nothing to you Blaire, nothing! You use everyone. People are things to you, and if they can’t do something for you, you shit on them. Congratulations on being a terrible fucking human being.”
Blaire’s lip quivered as Andy and the other guys came to see what the yelling was about.
“What’s going on?” Andy asked nervously.
“Andy, I love you like a brother, but you’re fired,” I said to him as calmly as possible before I turned to Blaire one more time. “I warned you, you bitch. You fuck with me, I’ll fuck you ten times harder. I just hit you where it really matters to you ... your bank account.”
A few weeks ago, before Brody’s and my … falling out, he asked me about going to a second charity dinner. I said yes. That dinner was last night and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I was silently staring at my phone all day yesterday, hoping that Brody was going to call and tell me he was on his way to come and get me. Unfortunately, my phone was silent all day.
Today, I didn’t want to get out of bed. I wanted to lie there and sulk and feel bad for myself even though I knew I’d caused my own pain. Every single day over the last three weeks I had at least one moment, or twenty, where I wanted to pick up the phone and tell him I was stupid and I was sorry and to please forgive me, but I never did. Pride is an evil bitch.