[2006] Me vs. Me by Sarah Mlynowski

Author:Sarah Mlynowski [Mlynowski, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Phoenix (Ariz.), Manhattan (New York; N.Y.), Contemporary, General, Romance, Fantasy, Humorous fiction, Reality
ISBN: 9780373895885
Publisher: Red Dress Ink
Published: 2006-07-31T16:00:00+00:00

Ten minutes later, Jono stands up. “I need a smoke, and to get me home.” He deposits two twenties on the table and says, “Excuse me, Helen.”

“It’s Heather,” she says with a scowl. She scoots out so Jono can get out of the booth and then scurries back to her seat.

Brad burps. “Yup. I guess it’s time to go.”

Heather squeezes the edge of the table in apparent panic. “You should come over. For a nightcap.”

Is she insane? I kick her under the table. Heather is flirting with Brad, Brad is flirting with me (and the waitress), and I want to go home. Alone. Now Brad thinks he’s being invited for a drunken roommate threesome.

“Sounds like a plan,” he says, downing the rest of his drink. “Let’s go to it, ladies.”

Oh, yeah, he’s definitely getting the wrong idea.

Tell him no, my inner voice says. Tell him to go home.

My mouth stays silent. I hate being the party pooper. And anyway…Heather obviously thinks she’s getting lucky tonight. Maybe I can just sneak off to bed and leave them to it.

Somehow I end up paying the remainder of the bill. Annoying, yes, but not the biggest deal.

Once outside, Brad pretends he’s surfing on the sidewalk. Jono salutes us goodbye and starts walking downtown. I hail us a cab. I climb in first, and then Heather and then a slightly paler Brad. “You sure you don’t want to go home?” I ask him. “You don’t look so good.”

“I’m fine,” he says. “Yup. Perfecto. Picnic time!”

Heather giggles, not getting our private joke. I sigh. Loudly. When we pull up in front of the apartment, the two of them climb out, while once again I get stuck with the fair.

I try to squash the anger bubbling inside of me.

I slam the cab door and race to meet them in the elevator. All I want is for this night to end. I won’t make a scene. I’ll just sneak into my room.

Back at our apartment, I unlock and open the door.

“Do you want a glass of wine?” Heather asks him en route to the kitchen.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he says, tossing his coat toward the coat tree but missing. He laughs and then holds on to the wall. “You know, I don’t feel so good.”

I take off my own coat and then unzip my boots. “What’s wrong? Do you want a glass of water?”

“Dizzy,” he says. And then he clenches his stomach. “I think I’m going to puke.”

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