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    Denial

    I left soon after Tina got into the shower and as I closed the door behind me I stood there unsure as to my next move.

    CHAPTER 4

     

    The large photograph of the happy couple mocked me. God why was I even putting myself though this crap? I need to find an out..

     

    I was here for my best friend, the only one who has ever given a damn about me

     

    Bette would have been blind if she didn’t notice the way I just  starred at her today, how completely stupid and careless could I be? She was blissfully happy with Carly. My stomach churned just thinking about what Porter could do with what she saw today and if that wasn’t bad enough, I just rushed out of the bridal shop, leaving her to catch a ride home with a friend that worked nearby.

     

    Capturing the bartenders attention, I motioned for another sambucca shot when I felt a warm body sidle up beside me ”Are you going to explain to me what happened earlier or are you just going to avoid us?”

     

    ’Us’ I closed my eyes for an extended period of time, forcing myself to look her in the eyes. I think the several shots I had might have been taking affect because they felt cloudy. Be cool Tina ”I don’t know what you’re talking about Porter”

     

    ”Ok so the later it is” there was such seriousness in her tone so I gave her the best answer I could, as lame as it was going to be ”We don’t have to play that game, Tina”

     

    ”Oh” I smiled lightly at her ”I had stuff to do”

     

    ”Stuff?”

     

    ”Mmhm – stuff. I won’t bore you with what stuff it was because my stuff is probably not as important as your stuff” I knew she could see though is charade. The cute bartender placed down my drink and as I held the small glass in my hand I could feel her eyes on me, burning though ”Cheers” I downed the strong liquid and let out a groan ”Fuck, Another thanks”

     

    ”So that’s your idea? Render yourself blind so you don’t have to front what you feel?”

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