The Girlfriend Experience

Chapter 18: What really happened

Rhiannon

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I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE!

This was my idea, I wanted to come and try to have a good time but now that I'm here I'm regretting that decision by the second. Everyone is staring at Ethan and me, probably wondering why we're together. I'm staring right back at them, begging them to say something, anything so I could have a reason to go off. As we go further inside all lips remain sealed.

I'm looking around, my eyes scouring the room for Brandon, Kylie or Clara then all of sudden I see Heather running towards me dressed in this pink glittery frock thingy. I think she was going for the glamorous Barbie doll look but she looks like a giant pink napkin caught in a windstorm, Beatrice is right behind her, probably trying to wipe the drool from the corners of her mouth with Heather's dress.

Clone 1: "Rhi, you're here."

"Happy birthday, Heather." I say with a fake smile as I lean in to give her an equally fake hug. When we pull away I hand her the small box that contains her present; a charm bracelet.

Clone 1 and 2: "Oooh," they coo in unison. "A small box," Clone 1 adds.

Clone 2: "I'll go put it in your room." Beatrice volunteers. Clone 1 hands it to her and she vanishes out of the room.

I can tell Heather wants to chat but there are more people coming in from behind us that she has to greet so she gives me an I'll-be-right-back-wave and takes off. The second she moves out of my view I see Brandon. He's here just like I predicted and he looks glorious in the pair of chino's and black and white sweater he's wearing.

He's talking in a group with a bunch of people I despise, Lauren Hart being the most hated. As the conversation rolls on I notice the way he's looking down at Lauren's busty chest appreciatively. Now that's a sight I don't want to see. I instantly feel nauseous after witnessing that.

"Ethan, Ethan," I nudge his shoulder. "He's here." I whisper.

"Who's he__" Ethan's eyes fleet across the room and land right on Brandon. I can tell that the sight of Brandon makes him angry. Out of all the people in the world who hates Brandon, I think Ethan might hate him the most. However, he would never act on that anger. He's a gentleman.

"Let's go to another room," he suggest and takes me hand leading me to a smaller area.

"I can't believe I'm hiding," I say. I can feel a rush of vitriolic rage brewing inside of me. I'm not so much angry at the fact that he's here, I'm angry at myself for hiding. I'm letting him win.

"Can you please get me a drink?" I ask Ethan. "Something really strong."

"Yeah," he says walking in the direction of the kitchen.

I shouldn't be drinking so early on but I'm getting the feeling that tonight is one of those nights I won't get through sober. I feel bad for Ethan. He's going to have to put up with my drunken ass all night.