London Has Your Eyes

Chapter 79. Morgan

- Come on, Morgan, how long can I wait for you? - Phil calls impatiently. I throw my toothbrush and comb into my bag and zip it up. I don't seem to have forgotten anything.

- I'm ready, - I yell back. - Can you just wait a little while? I feel like I'm forgetting something.

- Look in the mirror, how pretty are you now? - Phil grins, he was always so damn charming.

- You're so cute, - I say and give him a quick kiss on the doorstep. I tie the laces on my sneakers and follow Phil out the door.

- We need to stop for gas station on the way, - he says, - I'm afraid we'll get stuck somewhere.

- Are you sure you want to drive yourself? You've only just got your driving licence, shall I? - I ask, opening the passenger door.

- I can do it, don't worry. Trust me, mouse, I'll get you there safe and sound, - Phil smiles and plops down in his seat.

Phil starts the engine and we drive off. He plugs his phone into the car and turns on the music, the heavy sounds of rock filling the cabin. We love rock, we sing along to the hoarse lead singers and sometimes shout the songs at the top of our lungs.

Suddenly the music stops and an incoming call is displayed on the display. Phil quickly looks at the screen and fusses. Cristina is calling.

- Why is my friend calling you? - I don't understand. - What the fuck?!

- How should I know? She must have lost you, - he says, shrugging his shoulders.

- Answer the call, right now. Put it on speakerphone, - I demand.

- Don't, - he says.

- Are you kidding me? - I bark back and answer the phone.

- Hi, - Chris chirps softly. - When am I going to see you? I need to see you right away, Phil.

I stare intently at my boyfriend, poking holes in him with my angry stare.

- Hey, Chris, - he replies hoarsely, - anything wrong?

- No, I mean yes, can you come over to my place? I'll be alone tonight, so we won't be disturbed. Morgan doesn't know anything yet, and I don't know how much longer I can keep fooling her.

Phil rubs the palm of his hand over his face, realizing how much he's gotten himself into, apparently.

- So maybe you shouldn't hide things from her anymore, - I can't stand it, - maybe you shouldn't do things behind Morgan's back, huh? Chris, I didn't expect that from you at all.

- Morgan, I... - my, as I thought, friend begins to justify herself.

- Fuck you! - I cut the call off and turn to Phil, - Well, I'm waiting for an explanation.

- It's not what you think, - he chooses each word carefully, - really.

- Really? - I parry, - I think it's more than obvious.

- Morgan, don't ruin this with your jealousy, okay? - He doesn't give up, which makes me even hotter. - Neither she not I are cheating on you, honestly.

- She just fucking told me about the meetings and "lying to Morgan"! She ratted you both out! - I'm raising my voice.

- No! - he yells, - you just got it all wrong!

- Well, then explain it to me! - I won't let up. - What are you hiding from me? Huh?

- Morgan... please don't push it, I beg, - Phil says in a pleading voice.