Sure Thing • Gavi

Chapter 89: It will never be the same

🎶 It Must Have Been Love - From the Film "Pretty Woman" — Roxette 🎶

The train taking me from Madrid back home was gently shaking my body as I sat in my second class seat with a blank Word document open on my laptop in front of me. Never had it been that difficult to start writing for me. Maybe a part of me was afraid of my thoughts getting stirred up again, having to recall the worst days of my life. Thanks to my hectic schedule and my awful love life, those memories had been pushed back in my brain, but I knew that they were there.

However, I gave myself a push and started off, typing the phone conversation I had with the editor-in-chief, informing me that the position of Middle East reporter had just opened up. By the time I arrived at the train station in Sants, I had already written ten Word pages and I was pretty happy with my progress.

Instead of going straight back home to continue writing as it was quite the pressure to deliver a whole manuscript in just two weeks, I had to go meet up with my brother who had obligated me to get lunch with him today. I sat in the restaurant we had agreed to meet up at and nervously bounced my leg under the table - I knew what he was going to ask. He arrived and after a quick greeting he sat down, shooting the question straight out of his mouth: "Why the hell was your ex-boyfriend doing a sleepover at your place?"
I looked desperately around the room, hoping to find an answer in the interior design of the restaurant. Surprise, I didn't find it there.
"I don't know! It just... happened! He texted to congratulate me on that Elle thing and I said that I didn't have any wine at home and he offered to bring some! You know I can never say no to wine!" I justified myself.

"What is going on, Vicky? He suddenly breaks up with Ana again and you open up your arms for him again?" he asked furiously. I closed my eyes. He didn't know about the PR thing. And he never should.
"It's a lot more complicated than that. Kike, it's not that deep, we drank some champagne, talked and fell asleep. Nothing happened and nothing will ever happen again, I'm not letting myself get screwed over by him again." I replied, surprised by the words that came out of my mouth. I guess I had just taken my decision.
"You're never getting back together?" Kike asked, an eyebrow raised in disbelief.
"Like ever." I chuckled, noticing the Taylor Swift reference.
"Good." my brother replied and took a sip from his water.
"Just, don't tell anyone about it, ok? Irene, Chiara or even Luis... They would make a huge fuss out of it" I told him and he nodded.

Had I just blatantly lied to him? No, I was going to be friendly with Pablo, but getting back together - that was a huge thing and I doubt that it would be the right thing for us to do. After lunch, I made my way to the office, hoping to be able to concentrate on my writing there.

"Well this is a rare sight!" Irene chuckled as I sat down on the desk across from hers. My editor had offered me a single office, but I declined as I wasn't going to be around that often anyways and I didn't want to give up my place across from my best friend.
"Here I am, in all my glory. I have to write my book, first draft has to be in in two weeks and I've barely got ten pages." I sighed.
"Are you going to drag Pablo through the mud?" she chuckled and my breathing stopped.
"I haven't thought about it yet" I replied truthfully and she just rolled her eyes. She hated my whole "rising above it" act, she wanted me to throw Pablo to the wolves after what he did to me. But I just wasn't cut like that, maybe it was a weakness of mine, I don't know.