traitorous back in the day.”
“Yeah, wasn’t he the lad with the Trojan horse?” Yasmine chimes in.
“Ugh, don’t bother!” Kat shouts. “She’s only trying to change the subject!”
I make a big show of getting my mobile out of my bag and waving it in the air.
“Dial him,” Kat insists, stepping closer and crossing her arms.
I do, and then she reaches out to put it on speaker.
When Logan answers, he sounds so sexy I sort of wilt. He gives me a hello and I forget my agenda for a moment as I try to think of some way to get over to his flat for a quick lay.
Kat clears her throat with an exaggerated, “AHEM.”
“Right, hey Logan…I’ve got Kat and Yasmine here with me on speaker. Say hello, you loons.”
I fully expect him to get the same loathsome treatment they’re giving me, but instead, they’re positively delightful.
“Hello Logan!” Yasmine says in a chipper tone.
“Hey bud!” Kat adds.
I frown. “What? You aren’t going to shout at him like you’ve been doing with me? How’s that fair?”
“Well Logan hooked us up with his lovely mates.” Yasmine shrugs.
“And he’s not the one abandoning us!” Kat says with a narrow-eyed glare in my direction.
“So I guess you haven’t made much headway with them?” Logan asks me.
“They’ve piled all my things in the living room. Kat wants to burn my bras.”
He laughs then. “I thought you were joking about them giving you a hard time.”
“No, we’re quite prepared to cut her out of our lives completely. You know, excommunicado style,” Kat says, leaning toward my mobile. “But Logan, while we’ve got you, has Jay said anything to you about me?”
“Yeah, actually. I talked to him today during our workout. He mentioned that he was going to call and ask you out on a date for this weekend.”
Kat beams. “Brilliant. I can’t wait. Did he look handsome then? At the workout? I’ll bet.”
“Can you ask him about Marcus?” Yasmine shouts from across the room.
Kat slices her with a hard look. “Not right now, Yasmine! This is important. Logan, your girlfriend is a traitor for abandoning her mates, and we do not accept your offer of partial rent payment. Good day.”
Except I don’t hang up, and we all go silent. Then finally, Logan laughs.
“Call me later, Candace?”
“Sure, yeah, before bed.”
There’s that heavy pause again! The one we keep doing at the end of our calls! It happened when I left his flat the other day too. He kissed me then I pulled back, and we looked each other in the eyes. It was like we were right back in primary school, all blushy and awkward.
“Right, well, ta-ta!” I say quickly.
Then I end the call and look up at my flatmates.
They’re wearing odd expressions, looking at me like I’ve grown a second head.
“Why haven’t you said you love him?”
“LOVE?!” I bark out a hearty laugh, and then one more for posterity. “Who said anything about love?”
Yasmine tilts her head, studying me with a you-poor-sod expression. I hate it.
“Right, well, now that everything is settled…Kat, grab that pile of panties and help me shove all these clothes back into our room. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Thank god,” she says, walking over to start kicking my garments back to where they belong.
“You know, a real mate wouldn’t have done this in the first place,” I point out as my blouse flies up into the air and lands on the corner of the telly.
She screws up her face like I’ve just said the dumbest thing she’s ever heard. “What kind of mates have you had before? This is very standard.”
“So you’ve excommunicated people before?”
“Oh loads. I’m quite stubborn when I put my mind to it.”
Saturday can’t come soon enough.
It’s like the second half of the week is in cahoots to go really slow, like the days know how eager I am to get to the weekend (the good bit) and they want to draw it out for a bit of fun. I’ve got another shift at District Friday night, and it doesn’t go very well. I’m waiting on a group of lads, asking for their drink orders, when I notice the girls one table over start to snap photos of me. They’re doing it real sly, so at first, I’m not totally sure what they’re doing. They have their mobiles positioned partially behind their water glasses, but when I look over, they all laugh and scramble to shove them away, back down into their purses.
I tell myself I’m just being paranoid, but it only