I Don't Belong To You

Chapter 13

Wait wait, she did what?!"

"She…" she hangs her head, utterly embarrassed. "She pretty much kicked me out."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"For one flower?!"

"That's what I said! But apparently that was not cool."

"Well, shit Bec. What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know. Probably just jack off and then watch a movie or something. Wanna come over?"

"I mean—well, first no because ew and second no because Belle and I are having a date night."

She nods, knowing there's officially no way to get her friend to hang with her.

"You're so whipped."

"Eh, but it looks like you could learn a thing or two from me."

She grunts, thinking that though she does really like Freen, she's in no way interested in being at her beck and call the way Irin is.

"Look, Belle just walked in so I gotta—"

She hears a muffled talking, just away from the phone and she vaguely hears Irin retelling her the story of Becky's unfortunate evening.

Then there's the sound of a scuffle, before Belle's beautiful Australian accent washes over here.

"Hi Becky."

"Hey, B."

"So I hear you're having a bit of girl trouble? Wanna tell me about it?"

Becky sighs, but relents. "I just…I didn't mean to make her mad, honestly. I swear I only did it to kind of soften up the stupid receptionist!"

"I understand."

"You do?" She falls onto the couch with a beer in hand.

"I do. I know you Becky, and I'm sure you didn't mean to hurt her."

"..but?"

"But…you did. And so, though I'm sure you've apologized already, that's a small bit of trust lost."

"Over one flower?!"

"Bec, think of it this way, when I met Irin, she was a wild child. Out drunk every night of the week, usually with you. She was sleeping with anything with a pulse-"

She hears Irin yell with indignation in the background, but nods knowing that it's true.

"She had no clue how to be with me when we first started dating and given her history, trust had to be earned first. It wasn't just a given. And every time she went out at night, I worried that she would fall back into old habits. But then, you know what she did to reassure me? To earn that trust?"

"What?"

"She would text me while she was out with her friends. She'd give me updates and send me goofy pics and she would call me when she got home and we'd talk until we fell asleep. That was her way of gaining my trust. And now, when she goes out, I leave her be. Because I trust that she's where she says she is doing what she said she'd be doing."