*Author's note: This is classified as reluctance rather than non-consent.*
*Author's note: Vox pervertit, vox dei. There was a reader's suggestion in the comments on the first chapter and its made its way into this chapter. Let me know in these comments in which direction you would like our heroine to be taken next. We'll go there for part three.*
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[Connects. Rings two times. Click:]
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Hey Mandy...
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What you up to?
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Oh cool. I need to watch that. Hey, umm, you don't mind me interrupting?
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You're the best. Sooo, something happened yesterday...
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But swear to God, you can't tell anyone if I tell you. Swear to God.
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OK, so. So I was in the mall, just coming out of the new place---
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Its actually really good. Anyway, you'll never guess who I walked into, basically fell into his lap because I wasn't looking...
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No fair! How did you guess?
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I do *not* still talk about him all the time. I've talked about him like maybe once. I talk about Chris all the time---
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Shut up bitch. Anyway I don't. So yeah, I bumped into Jack. I mean, it was crazy; he's basically exactly the same, but more so.
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Jack squared. I mean, the first thing he said to me, basically, was how I should come back to his place and party with his new girl. The. First. Thing.
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I know. But its like he's even more confident. Or maybe he can smell blood in the water with me, like a shark, ha ha.
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I am so totally easy pickings for him. Its so wrong though, I mean what's wrong with me? Poor Chris.
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But I *like* that Chris is letting me take it slow---
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Oh God, yes. I am crawling up the walls a bit. I could jump a monk right now. But I can't just jump Chris, not after being all proper for months and telling him how much I love how he respects me. In any case, I don't think he's the sort. Like, would he even know what to do with me? I don't want to scare him off, like I'm some crazy nympho.
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Ha ha, it'd like, Friday night: peck on the cheek, good night Chris, I'm going home to read Jane Austin or something, see you tomorrow. Saturday night: please Chris I can't do it any longer, fuck me in that alley, pull my hair, make me your whore--- no wait, don't run away!
Yeah, no, I don't think so. I'm supposed to get married and have two kids and a labrador, ask my mum.
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Oh yes. So. Me and Jack were just catching up. You can probably imagine it. Basically he was trying to get me flustered and it was working one hundred percent. Then we could see his new girlfriend was about to come over and *right then* he made me tell the story...
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*The* story, you know.
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No, the even worse one.
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Ha ha, OK, so there are a few. Nope, try again. You remember, I don't speak to Lucy any more because..?
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Yup. And I did, I have no idea why, I was just standing there in the mall where anyone could walk past, talking about being his piece on the side clean up bitch even though I had been his actual girlfriend at the time. Right there in the mall, because he told me to.
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Its like I can't not do it when he asks me something. There's something wrong with me. Then his girlfriend came over and I'm feeling glad she didn't hear any of it but it turns out she already knows *everything*---
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Everything. Yeah, I wanted to crawl into a hole, I was so embarrassed. How could he tell her all of that? I must have been bright red. You know what was worse?
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She said she thought it was cool how open I was and how she'd really wanted to meet me. And then *he* said they talk about me, you know, when they're in bed... All those things I did for him, like all the degrading things I guess, the way he said it. And she just laughed and said stop and punched him in the arm.
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So weird! I couldn't even say anything I was so embarrassed. I was going to die.
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That's not even the story. That's not even what I'm calling about.
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He wanted to know what film me and Chris were going to watch.
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Well what could I say? Yeah, I told him. And he said that's a good idea, they'd see it too.
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I was like fucking jelly, Mandy.
They walked off and I met Chris at the cinema. He had been waiting for me. Apparently he'd messaged me like half an hour before and said did I want to get a drink before hand. I hadn't even seen it, because of Jack, so he'd just been waiting there. I mean, I didn't even really talk to Chris when I got there, I was so distracted, I just said sorry for missing his message and we went straight in.
And I know he was still a bit sore about finding out about the nipple piercings. I mean he hadn't said so but I could tell. I was supposed to be being super nice to make him feel better about dating a girl who used to let her ex do pretty much anything to her when he couldn't even feel me up. That was the idea of seeing a film together. So bad.
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What the fuck do you care what we watched? Seriously! That is not important right now, trust me. Just listen.
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We go in and sit down and then just before the trailers start I see Jack and his girl come in, he has his hand round the back of her neck; you know, like he used to with me? Because he's so tall and in control and I remember it just felt so, ughh...
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Yeahh. And now he's doing it to this new girl. And he looks around and sees where I am and he walks her over to where we're sitting and they get in the row behind and sit. Right. Behind. Us.
He doesn't say anything or do anything, but I'm obviously on edge. Then the Pearl and Dean bit starts I get my phone out to turn it off and see Jack's just messaged me.
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Yeah, but Chris was looking at his phone, thank fuck.
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Oh God. It said, he said, uhh, let me get it up...
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'At some point during the film I'll get up and walk to the exit. When I do, follow me. I need to tell you something. J.'
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I know! And you know what? That was literally the *first* message he'd sent me since we broke up.
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I didn't know what to think. I mean, I know Jack. I know him and his games, and he and his, God, his *new slut*, they're obviously having fun with me.
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