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Rum & Cherry Coke
“So,what have you been up to?” Jones asks, sliding on the stool next to me and turning me so we’re facing each other.
It doesn’t go unnoticed that he’s also turned me away from the hallway.
“Working in Denver,” I reply, not sure how much I feel like telling him. Even if that wasn’t Wyatt’s shadow leaving the bar, I’m sure he still talks to him.
“That’s it?” he pushes. He’s searching for information, for something specific. “Is there anyone special in your life?”
Red light! Warning alarms go off in my head.
I cannot have this conversation with him. I’m not going to lie to Jones; he deserves the truth from me. We’ve known each other far too long to start lying to each other now, no matter the circumstances. Not to mention, he was always the best at calling me on my crap.
“Nope, not really. What about you?”
“You know me, always searching for the unattainable.”
Isn’t that the truth. I tried multiple times to set Jones up on dates. Blind dates. Double dates. It didn’t matter. The girls were never good enough.
Too rich.
Too smart.
Too pretty. I didn’t even realize that was a thing.
Then there were the girls Wyatt tried to set him up with.
Too stupid.
Butt-ugly.
Too slutty.
We both gave up after a while. With Jones, he seemed happiest when he was single. He enjoyed “browsing” as he liked to put it. He was always looking but never making any moves. I thought maybe he wasn’t into girls for a minute. Wyatt went and told him what I said and the next day he came strolling in the bar with a girl on his arm.
Not just any girl, though.
Ginger. The slutty redhead who Josh decided was a better “fit” for him than I was.
“Chloe, this is Veronica.”
My face must say it all because I can feel my jaw drop the moment I look up and make eye contact with the fiery redhead.
“I know you,” she says, a devious smile flashing across her face. “You used to date Josh.”
Looking to Wyatt and then to Jones, I turn back in my chair and choose not to respond. The only things I can think to say are rather nasty, fairly rude, and if my mother heard me, or Wyatt’s mother who is watching us curiously right now, my mouth would have a bar of soap in it within seconds.
“To what do we owe this pleasure?” Wyatt asks Veronica.
“Adam invited me. What do you care? Is she your girlfriend?” the inflection in her voice causes me to grind my teeth together. I want to go off on this girl, to slap her across her face, but I know better. She’s not worth it.
“That’s none of your business. Jones,” Wyatt says, standing and pulling him away.
They’re out of earshot so I do the best I can to read Wyatt’s lips. He’s not happy, I can tell that much. Jones throws his hands in the air after a few minutes and walks back to the table, grabs Veronica’s hand and drags her out of the bar without a word.
“What was that about?” I ask before Wyatt even sits back down.
