“Get off me! ” I screamed, shoving at his shoulders.
“Stel a, listen.”
“No! Get off!”
“No! Get off!”
“Listen to me, God damn it!” he yel ed.
For your information, Mace had a short fuse. We argued when we were together, quite a lot. He was a passionate guy but also, like I said, he had a short fuse. It wasn’t always happiness and light. Then again, the make up sex was magnificent.
“Piss off!” I yel ed back.
“Sid’s boys were there that night you sang Hank Wil iams to me.”
Oh no. I just knew that’d come back to haunt me.
I thought back and remembered Linnie was there that night too, with her bad dudes. Now I knew they were Sid’s bad dudes.
Shitsofuckit!
“I didn’t sing Hank to you,” I lied.
“You did.”
“I did not.”
“You did, everyone knew it, everyone saw it. Even Sid’s boys.”
“You’re a big guy. The bar was dark. You were just a shadow that I focused on. And anyway, I was lost in the song.”
“Bul shit.”
“Get over yourself, Mace. You broke up with me, I’ve moved on,” I told him.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“You got another man?”
Oh dear. Wel , there we were.
“Yes,” I told him and this was not a lie. I was semi-dating a guy named Eric. He was very good-looking, he was into me and he was clear he wanted to be more into me if you catch my drift. I was holding back because, first off, he wasn’t Mace and second, I wasn’t sure about him, there was something about him that I thought wasn’t quite right.
I saw Mace’s eyes flash again. This was a different kind of flash, an unhappy flash.
“Don’t lie to me, Stel a.”
“I’m not lying. His name is Eric. We’ve been dating for about a month. We’re considering taking it to the next level.” Eric was considering it. I wasn’t so sure but Mace didn’t need to know this.
Mace stared at me as if trying to assess the validity of my statement.
Then he spoke. “Your relationship progression with Eric just stal ed.”
I felt my eyes get wide. “Erm, excuse me?”
“He’s out of the picture.”