Chapter Twenty-Five -- Blue Pill, Red Pill
"Are we playing mime?" Carter was the first to speak again, seeing that the other was busy expressing his outrage just by standing there, petrified, with an expression of absolute horrified surprise on his perfect face.
Alex scrunched his nose and pulled the chair brusquely, taking a seat without being invited to. Carter felt the need to say something and point out the rudeness, but he could bet that little mishap was going to pale in comparison to what Alex was going to say and do.
"So, Carter," Alex began again.
"I thought we have already been over the introductions," Carter interrupted the other.
"I cannot believe it! You are just so damn obnoxious! Seriously, I don't understand what Aron sees in you ..." Alex trailed off, but, by the way Carter grinned at him, showing teeth, it looked as if he understood without words what must have transpired between the two old friends. His cat-like eyes narrowed, and he continued. "Anyway, what the hell," he spoke the words, enunciating them carefully, like he was at a diction contest, not in a private conversation. "Aron expects me to top, Simon tries to drag me to some ... leather bars, I have an Instagram account, I'm posing for stupid lingerie, and, did I forget something? Oh, sure! I have a sex tape?!"
"Technically, not a tape," Carter raised one finger.
Alex rolled his eyes.
"Really? And I heard it was stupid Aron's fault."
Carter could feel his jaw hurting, as he clenched his teeth.
"Don't call Aron stupid," he said.
Alex leaned back and looked at Carter through his perfectly curled eyelashes. How could Aron fall for this guy? Carter could not comprehend.
"I'll be damned ... So, you needed this body," Alex gestured toward himself like he was the most prized exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art, "to get him to sleep with you? Was that the deal?"
"The deal? What deal?" Carter asked, feeling that something was amiss.
Alex leaned over the table again, and spoke to Carter in a hush-hush voice.
"You know, with those guys ..." Alex said slowly, his eyes darting around, as if he was expecting to be jumped by the secret service at any moment. "By the way, I'm not allowed to talk about that. Yet, somehow, I know it's all your fault. Creep," he added, after straightening up again.
"So ... you were, like, inside my body this whole time?" Carter carefully attempted the question that was plaguing his mind.
"Not ... exactly," Alex preferred to remain vague. "Just so you know. It was no fun trip, like the one you had. Really, do you have any idea how much you screwed up my life? All kinds of nobodies try to hug me now because apparently I'm allowing it," he began rotating his hand, like he was trying to get rid of flies in the most inefficient manner possible. "Also, you canceled my barre class? Are you nuts? And what did you eat all this time? My face is so greasy," Alex complained, touching his face for a fraction of a second and only with the tips of his fingers.
"Your face is perfect, stop complaining," Carter sighed. "But now that you're here, why on earth do you keep lying about the accident? You know well I didn't push you."
For a second, Alex appeared to look guilty, but that was pushed away as a speckle of dust on a piece of designer clothing.
"So, what's your version then?" Alex smiled sweetly. "Aron says you don't remember," he added quickly.
"He told you that?" Carter said bitterly.
"Yes, that, and the fact that you refuse to be friends with him again. See, he does tell me everything. He's MY husband," Alex said triumphantly, pointing towards his chest in a manner that clearly underlined his words.
"You're cheating on him," Carter pointed out, pretending the crack in his heart could be fixed with Flex Seal.
Alex shrugged.
"Marriage is so boring," he explained.
"Then why the hell did you get married?" Carter asked.
"Hello, he asked me," Alex taunted while flaunting the hand with the wedding ring.
"Yeah, but why did you say 'yes'?" Carter continued.
Alex seemed to ponder for a little while.
"I was bored," he said in a tone that could just as well belong to a petulant child.
Carter could feel his head hurting.
"You were bored, and decided to get married. And now you're bored because you're married," he tried to understand Alex's line of reasoning.
Alex yawned and rolled his eyes again, while patting his open mouth with one hand.
"I cannot believe you," Carter shook his head with bitterness. "Then why don't you leave Aron now? Since you're so bored?"
Alex stopped and this time, his face transformed, his lovely features turning icy and a tad ugly, if that was possible. A man of many faces, a thought crossed Carter's mind.
"And let you have him? No way."
"Why?" Carter asked simply.
"So you don't deny it?" Alex's voice was now void of the affectation from before.
Carter was fascinated, for lack of a better word. Alex was the perfect actor. Now he no longer looked like a miffed preteen, but like someone who was bent on destruction in his path. It was like the temperature in the room had just dropped. Also, there was something cold and calculated in his hypnotizing eyes.
"Deny what?" Carter asked.
"That you want Aron," Alex said.
"No, I don't deny it."
"Does Aron know?"
"No."
"So what do you want exactly? Why should I leave Aron?" Alex's eyes filled with unmasked hatred. "Why should I give you something that's mine?"
"Someone. We're talking about a human being here," Carter said through his teeth.
"Yes. About my husband. Was that homophobic rant at my wedding nothing but an act then?" Alex questioned further.
Carter shrugged. He could not help but notice how Alex had nonchalantly claimed the wedding as only his. As if Aron hadn't been the other party involved. As if Aron didn't matter. His heart clenched painfully. But he could not break down right now. He could not let this man see him like that.
"I don't know."
"It's funny, though," Alex started, as if he was just starting to realize something. "How quickly you went from a piece of homophobic shit to screwing your best friend. Hmm, so you had no remorse while doing it? What did you like best? For him to fuck you, or the other way around?"
There was an ugly glint in Alex's eyes as the guy spoke. Carter decided that he was not going to let himself riled up any further.
"You don't want Aron. I don't ask you to leave him so I can have him. I'm asking you to leave him, so he can be free. And happy," he said.
Alex began laughing and clapped his hands together.
"Ah, this is so precious," he returned to his act from before, in a fraction of a second. "That is just so noble of you, isn't it? For your information, since you don't seem to get it, Aron is loaded. Yes, I did my research before I said 'yes'. He buys me stuff, stuff that you can't even imagine, with that big head of yours that Aron seems to admire so much I have no idea for what reason."
Big? Like big how? Do we have a big head?
Oh, you're awake, what a nice surprise.
He's insulting us.
Hush, let him speak.
"I distinctly remember Aron telling me about other body parts he likes in me," Carter crossed his arms over his chest.
Well, he hadn't been in the body of a diva and learned no lessons. Two could play that game.
"Really?" Alex grimaced, but Carter could tell he had just managed to strike a nerve with the guy. "I don't remember that. He must have lied."
"He had no reason to. Now, seriously, how many things do you need? Aron bought you a frigging luxury car, you're squeezing Simon for all he has ... and you wanted to suck off that guy in Accounting for what?"
Alex turned his head to stare at Carter so fast that bone cracking could almost be heard.
"Bernie. What did you do about him?" Alex asked slowly.
"I told him to fuck off," Carter said, just as slowly.
"Oh, fuck," Alex murmured. "Now I'll have to ... Really, couldn't you be more polite? I could really lose some serious money!"
"Like how should I have been more polite? By getting on my knees and sucking the guy's dick?" Carter asked.
Alex waved.
"No, you thick-headed bull. Really, you're dumb as a brick. And I wasn't going to give that guy a blowjob, what the hell? I'm much more expensive than that."
"I bet," Carter said wryly. "But he was pretty certain you were going to blow him dry."
"I would have just given him a handjob," Alex shrugged. "But, now, thanks to you," he reproached Carter, "I will have to do better than this."
Carter could feel getting sick to the stomach.
"Are you at least using protection?"
Alex glared.
"You're not my mother. Yes, of course I use protection, don't be stupid."
Carter exhaled.
"Good."
"Anyways," Alex said brusquely, "the only reason I put my foot in this dump to talk to you is to tell you this. Stay away from Aron. I mean it."
"Stay away from Aron? You can't forbid him to see me," Carter said.
"Luckily, I didn't have to do that. You did a mighty good job at pushing him away. By the way, bravo," Alex clapped two times.
"He will know you're cheating on him," Carter spoke.
"Are you threatening me? By the way, I am extremely careful, and you have no proof. He won't believe a word you say ... so, how exactly do you plan to let him know that? If it's one thing you seem to have done right this time while being me is that you managed to convince Aron that I'm madly in love with him. Poor thing," Alex shook his head, "I think he was almost this close to believe me when I told him you pushed me in front of that car."
"Fire truck," Carter corrected the guy. "And Aron didn't believe you. I know it."
That seemed to give Alex a small pause.
