Reformed with Romance

99: May 24th, 2020

I frowned as I sat up in bed. Gerald was standing across the room, half dressed already. His phone in his hand. "Good morning," I greeted. "What's got your attention? Hello? G?"

It took him awhile to do anything. He turned around just as music started blaring out of his phone. We can never be friends! I furrowed my brows. I didn't know the song.

"I hate that I saw you again last night," the song started. Colson. Oh, God. What now?

"You were with somebody and so was I
Met you in the bathroom at 12:05
And I fucked you again"

Oh, my god. No. No. No!

"Gerald—" I went to tell him to cut it off. I didn't need to hear any more. Maybe I could lie my way out of this. What if it wasn't about me? I'm sure Colson has had tons of bathroom sex with various women.

"Don't," he cut me off. "Here's my fucking birthday present from your ex."

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm not myself
I'm not myself when you're around, no
Can't be helped
We are insane, that's just the way it goes

I'm a demon in the night
She's an angel with the white
Told me keep on all the lights
I'ma show you what you like
Help you put back on your clothes
Make sure nothing's on your nose
Ain't even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

"Turn it off!" I screamed. I didn't tell my friends either. But now I probably have to. Because how many other people would piece together the girl was me and the song was based on a true story.

"I hate that I saw you again last night
You were with somebody and so was I
Met you in the bathroom at 12:05
And I fucked you again
We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah"

After one last verbal slap to the face, he stopped the song. He shook his head and scoffed, walking to the bathroom. "Unbelievable, Olivia," he said.

I scrambled out of bed, grimacing at the fact I was naked now. Wasn't ideal for this awkward scenario. "I told you I slept with someone," I told him when I joined him.

"You didn't tell me it was him!"

"Does it matter?"

"It does if he's going to write a song about it."

"I didn't know he would do that."

"And release it on my fucking birthday. He's such a prick. God I hate that motherfucker."

"Right now, me too," I sighed. "I'm sorry."

"You should be," he spat. "Why was it in the bathroom, Liv? Hmm? I can't imagine you invited him over late one night to fuck in your bathroom."

I gulped, he knew. That's why he was mad. It's not that I slept with someone else. Even Colson. It's that I did it when I was out with him. Right under his nose.

Oh, god. I was going to be sick.

"Remember when I went home early... said I was sick... the after party?"