Status: Don't expect a resolution; it's not going to happen.
Cheat
IT'S A BAD RELIGION
“I really like Sam,” Claire tells me one afternoon. We’re sitting in the living room of my apartment, candles lit all around us because I like the way the light dances with each breath and the way they make the room smell like something it’s not – like lavender or apple pie or pine trees. It’s easier to pretend I’m not stuck in this armpit of a town if it smells like I’m on the pier in Santa Monica.
It takes all I have in me not to roll my eyes at her, because it’s so painfully obvious that Sam is only paying any attention to her because he wants someone to fuck around with. She looks small with her wild hair in tight curls all around her face, overwhelming her frame. Maybe it’s because I want her to look small. Claire has this penchant for being exactly what I want her to be.
“Yeah?” I prod.
“I feel like he’s really listening to me, you know?” she explains, her eyes glazed with silky dreams. “Like he really wants me to be around.”
A text pops up from Sam on my screen, asking me what I’m doing later.
It takes all I have in me not to roll my eyes at her, because it’s so painfully obvious that Sam is only paying any attention to her because he wants someone to fuck around with. She looks small with her wild hair in tight curls all around her face, overwhelming her frame. Maybe it’s because I want her to look small. Claire has this penchant for being exactly what I want her to be.
“Yeah?” I prod.
“I feel like he’s really listening to me, you know?” she explains, her eyes glazed with silky dreams. “Like he really wants me to be around.”
A text pops up from Sam on my screen, asking me what I’m doing later.
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evil little Cath.