Curve My Song by Sarah Gai

Author:Sarah Gai [Gai, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: MoshPit Publishing
Published: 2014-11-22T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen ~ Bree

We head back downstairs and order new drinks. Taking a seat at an unoccupied table, we resume our casual banter. Henry has returned to the book corner, occasionally looking our way. I give him a little wave letting him know that all is okay, and, with a nod, he accepts the gesture.

Finishing up our get-together, Elise and I stand to leave when Alex comes strolling in and seats himself next to Skyla, wrapping his arm around her shoulders in a comfortable way we have been witness to many times over the years. He looks completely besotted with her, while Skyla sits there unaware of his true feelings. I shake my head and look over at Elise, who I know is thinking what I’m thinking. When is Skyla going to realize what’s right in front of her? We say our goodbyes and walk on over the road, three shops across, and into Elise’s art studio.

The rest of the day goes by quickly, and we finish wrapping all of her pieces, loading them in the trailer. After hanging her new artwork for display in the shop, I’m ready to head home.

Making it through the day, trying to act unfazed by the revelation that I’m in love with Taylor was no easy task. If I were an actress I would definitely nominate myself for an Oscar.

“Well my feisty Curvy, we are done, and I’m tired. I think it’s time for me to say ciao.”

I go to kiss Elise goodbye and she envelops me with her arms.

“I’m sorry I sound so callous sometimes, Bree. But I mean it when I say this thing with Taylor ... it’s good. Please don’t run from this,” her eyes begging me not to do what she knows I’m going to do.

RUN.

“I love you, Elise,” I tell her, before getting in my car and driving off.

Taylor tries calling me that night over and over and then sending me messages asking ‘r u okay’ and ‘is everything alright.’ I don’t answer any of them. I’m not ready to talk to him. My God, the poor man hasn’t even done anything wrong, well, not really. But then I start thinking about the little things like, why doesn’t he ever stay over? Why doesn’t he ever invite me to his place? Why did he decide to come back? And, now, along with the what-ifs, I have the whys. Taylor finally stops trying to contact me, and I drift off to sleep on the sofa.

When I finally wake, it’s Thursday afternoon, and I realize that I fell asleep cradling a tub of rocky road ice cream that has now melted. Much to my despair, I have no more comfort food around the house. Raiding the pantry last night and eating anything and everything sweet or savory to bury my sadness did not help. Well, it did help, yeah, it helped add another pound or four to my hips, I’m sure. And, now, that depresses me.

By Thursday evening, I’ve managed to

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