“Let’s go,” he said.
I’d never wanted to hear those words more.But I was also pissed off.I followed him into this shitty little trailer outside.
“So,” he said.
“So?”
He took off his leather jacket and snatched off the T-shirt he was wearing.Like, without any warning.I looked away.
“Sorry,” he said.I heard him move away, and then a door shut.
When I looked up, he’d gone, presumably into the washroom.He came out a minute later wearing his street clothes.
“That guy you were with is the same guy from your other movie,” I said.
“We get cast together a lot.”
“Are you friends?”
“No.”
“You ever fucked him?”
He hesitated, and those tiny knots in my gut pulled tighter.
“We fooled around once,” he said.“Off the set.We’ve never fucked.”
“Did you shoot when you were fooling around?”
“Yeah.”
“So it’s not all acting with him.”
“It happened a long time ago.”
“Fuck, Eddie.Where’s the line?Off the set, you fuck him for free.Then on the set, you kiss him for money, and you tell me you’re just acting?”
“We’ve never fucked,” he said.“I’ve never kissed him off the set.I’ve never seen him naked.We just fooled around.”
“When you say ‘fooled around,’ what does that mean?”
“He did something for me that I like.”
I wanted to puke.
“I wasn’t turned on today,” he said.“Not from him touching me.”
“Where’s the line, Eddie?What if I’m not here, and you have a scene with him and get yourself all worked up and decide to do some extracurriculars with him afterward?Are you telling me it doesn’t count because you just ‘fooled around’?”
“I wouldn’t do that.I fooled around with him once.I’m never doing it again.”
“Fuck, I don’t know.I need to process this, okay?”
We went back to the apartment.I didn’t say a word the whole way, and he didn’t try to talk to me.I couldn’t even look at him.When we got home, I went to my bedroom, shut the door, and sat on the bed, holding my head tight.The pain got worse and worse.Then, it peaked and eased off, and I could think clearly.I wiped my eyes.
I left the bedroom and found him in the kitchen, pinning a note to the fridge.
He looked at me.“I’m leaving.You don’t need to ask.”
