Where'd You Go? (Track Twelve, III), chapter 20
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Wren walked into the hall and promptly stood beside the door to eavesdrop. The boys stayed silent for a bit, obviously giving her time to "do something". Mike spoke first.
"I know what you guys are up to. I get it. And, yeah, I have no fucking idea what I'm gonna do about it. This whole thing was a disaster from the get-go. I mean, how much do we trust each other now? All of us. Billie Joe, I'm sorry man, but I don't trust you. Damn it all, I don't know if I fully trust her."
Ow. That hurts, that speech. If he doesn't trust me, what was last night? Selfish loser. He's using me!
Surprisingly for her, Tré was thinking along the same lines. "You don't trust her? What the fuck was that right now?"
"Mike if this is some thing where you think that you can just keep putting it off, forget it." Billie Joe growled, "And, if you're trying to hurt her for the whole thing with me--which had absolutely nothing to do with her--I'm going to kick your ass until you scream, and then I'll kick you harder. ."
"Then I'll do it after him," Tré added.
"Fine thing for you two to say. I'm not the only one at fault here."
"Yeah, so I came onto her, and you and Tré.... whatevered."
Whatevered? Mike and Tré did what exactly? Does this mean they--tell me I just have a sick mind.
"The point is," Billie Joe hissed, "Is that she's the only one who's not at fault. Don't go ripping up her heart. Break it, but don't destroy it like this by lying to her."
Lying to me!? About what?
"I'm not lying! I'm working on it okay?" Mike's voice was tense, "It's kind of difficult when I know she's comparing us, and she'll go right to you. It was hard enough for me to actually hope that she'd like me in the first place. I'm not the lead singer. I can't write songs that'll make her cry. I don't have the looks. It's no wonder she wound up with you."
"Man, it sure as fuck wasn't him she came in to see this morning," Tré interjected.
"Quit changing the subject," Billie Joe snapped. "That doesn't explain what you did."
What? What did he do?
"If you're asking me why I did that, I don't fucking know. It was just some stupidity. I was pissed off and..."
"Horny as fuck," Tré mumbled.
Oh. My. God. Tré. And. Mike. Had. Sex. When? Where? How long ago?
"That's why I have to end it and not tell her why," Mike's tone was plaintive. "I can't let her go on thinking everything is fine."
Fine? I'm being dumped! This must be shortest relationship turn around ever! I cannot fucking believe this!
"She's going to ask why." Billie Joe stated.
"But you slept with her," Tré pointed out significantly.
"Are you any better than me, Mike?" Billie Joe challenged. "Seems like you're worse. Play with her mind so you can get in her pants? A little masochistic?"
"No, it's just that," Mike sighed, "Every time I kiss her, I feel you Billie. It's like you've claimed her or something and there's this big sign."
Wren did not want to hear any more. Tears burning at the edge of her eyes, she retreated to her room. She felt used and discarded; a thing that had lost its novelty.
If kissing me bugged him so much, then why did he do it over and over again? Why did he sleep with me?
She wrapped herself up in her blanket and tried to be as small as possible. Her chest started to ache in prelude to the tears. Valiantly, she covered her mouth to stifle any sobs. Before long, the tears came in a rushing torrent. Life seemed to be just one huge tease. There were brief moments of ignorant happiness before it all came crashing down. I should have learned my lesson the first time everything fell apart. Never, ever, trust someone who lives with you.
"I know what you guys are up to. I get it. And, yeah, I have no fucking idea what I'm gonna do about it. This whole thing was a disaster from the get-go. I mean, how much do we trust each other now? All of us. Billie Joe, I'm sorry man, but I don't trust you. Damn it all, I don't know if I fully trust her."
Ow. That hurts, that speech. If he doesn't trust me, what was last night? Selfish loser. He's using me!
Surprisingly for her, Tré was thinking along the same lines. "You don't trust her? What the fuck was that right now?"
"Mike if this is some thing where you think that you can just keep putting it off, forget it." Billie Joe growled, "And, if you're trying to hurt her for the whole thing with me--which had absolutely nothing to do with her--I'm going to kick your ass until you scream, and then I'll kick you harder. ."
"Then I'll do it after him," Tré added.
"Fine thing for you two to say. I'm not the only one at fault here."
"Yeah, so I came onto her, and you and Tré.... whatevered."
Whatevered? Mike and Tré did what exactly? Does this mean they--tell me I just have a sick mind.
"The point is," Billie Joe hissed, "Is that she's the only one who's not at fault. Don't go ripping up her heart. Break it, but don't destroy it like this by lying to her."
Lying to me!? About what?
"I'm not lying! I'm working on it okay?" Mike's voice was tense, "It's kind of difficult when I know she's comparing us, and she'll go right to you. It was hard enough for me to actually hope that she'd like me in the first place. I'm not the lead singer. I can't write songs that'll make her cry. I don't have the looks. It's no wonder she wound up with you."
"Man, it sure as fuck wasn't him she came in to see this morning," Tré interjected.
"Quit changing the subject," Billie Joe snapped. "That doesn't explain what you did."
What? What did he do?
"If you're asking me why I did that, I don't fucking know. It was just some stupidity. I was pissed off and..."
"Horny as fuck," Tré mumbled.
Oh. My. God. Tré. And. Mike. Had. Sex. When? Where? How long ago?
"That's why I have to end it and not tell her why," Mike's tone was plaintive. "I can't let her go on thinking everything is fine."
Fine? I'm being dumped! This must be shortest relationship turn around ever! I cannot fucking believe this!
"She's going to ask why." Billie Joe stated.
"But you slept with her," Tré pointed out significantly.
"Are you any better than me, Mike?" Billie Joe challenged. "Seems like you're worse. Play with her mind so you can get in her pants? A little masochistic?"
"No, it's just that," Mike sighed, "Every time I kiss her, I feel you Billie. It's like you've claimed her or something and there's this big sign."
Wren did not want to hear any more. Tears burning at the edge of her eyes, she retreated to her room. She felt used and discarded; a thing that had lost its novelty.
If kissing me bugged him so much, then why did he do it over and over again? Why did he sleep with me?
She wrapped herself up in her blanket and tried to be as small as possible. Her chest started to ache in prelude to the tears. Valiantly, she covered her mouth to stifle any sobs. Before long, the tears came in a rushing torrent. Life seemed to be just one huge tease. There were brief moments of ignorant happiness before it all came crashing down. I should have learned my lesson the first time everything fell apart. Never, ever, trust someone who lives with you.
