Imperfect Chemistry by Mary Frame

Author:Mary Frame [Frame, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 149547318X
Amazon: B00JTJQRNW
Published: 2014-04-18T23:00:00+00:00

***

Three days later, I’ve confirmed what I suspected all along. Trying to make Jensen jealous was a bad idea, and it’s backfired in the worst possible way.

“She’s back,” I call Freya one afternoon.

“What? Who’s back?”

“The leggy blonde.”

“What the heck are you talking about? And why are you calling me now and not at seven o’clock in the morning? My whole world view is shattered.”

“Remember when I was observing Jensen in order to ascertain his habits?”

“Never repeat that to anyone but me. You sound like a crazy stalker. And yes, I remember.”

“There was a blonde who came over a few times. She stayed for a few hours and left. She hasn’t been there since…well, since before Jensen and I, you know, but now she’s back. I just saw her go into his place.”

“She stays for a few hours and leaves? Do you think she’s a hooker?”

“What? No! I mean, I don’t know. He hasn’t talked to me since he saw me with Tony. I haven’t really seen him around. He’s avoided all communication with me, and now this!”

“I can hear your hands wringing from here, Lucy. Listen to me. It’s going to be okay. Calm down, I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

She hangs up on me before I can say anything else.

I pace back and forth in my small living room. What do I do now? What do normal people do?

My gaze falls on the iPod and speakers that Tom left the last time he was here.

Twenty-five minutes later, there’s a knock and then Freya lets herself in. She stops in the entryway and stares at me with her mouth open.

I’m on the floor in my PJs with an open pint of ice cream in front of me.

“Are you listening to Taylor Swift?” she asks.

“I get it now!” I wave my spoon at her. “I knew he was trouble when I walked in.”

“When he walked in,” she corrects.

“Right, and the story of us does look a lot like a tragedy now!”

“Oh, Jesus.” She kicks the door shut behind her with her foot because her arms are full of groceries.

“If I could play the guitar, there would be teardrops on it.” I take a bite of Chunky Monkey and consider that statement. “If I ever cried,” I add. “Which really only happens when I cut onions due to the propanethiol S-oxide.”

“I’ve created a monster,” she moans.

“You know, junk food really does make me feel better. At least temporarily. I suppose it’s the increased chocolate intake triggering a dopamine release.”

“Well, then you’re in luck and we’ll really be working out those dopamine receptors because I brought more.” She walks to the kitchen and puts her bags on the counter.

“Have you ever seen Bridget Jones’ Diary?” She holds up a DVD and waves it at me.

Two hours later, she’s lying on her stomach across my small sofa and I’m on the ground near her feet with my back resting against the bottom of the couch while we watch Bridget kiss Mr. Darcy in the snow in her underpants.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.