Piece by Piece

24

Mar. 25

Dear Corinne,

We've still been going to the old house every now and again to play some odd game or smoke.

[don't tell me smoking is bad. I know I know I know! But sometimes I just have to.]

For some reason, Collin keeps coming, too. I think him and Joel and Olivier (who has also been joining us) have become friends. Good for them (bastards). Today we played spin the bottle. Collin spun it and the tiny puddle of beer left in it sloshed and tinkled on the brown glass as the neck of the bottle stopped in front of Rina. He put his arm around her and held her, delicately, and kissed her, long and slow. I tasted blood and realized I had been chewing on the inside of my lip. Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore, and I seized Olivier by the collar and pressed my mouth to his. He hummed in happiness, one long, slow note, and slid his hands behind my neck. His breath was short and hot and garlicky, and I wanted to pull away, to see Collin's expression.

After a few moments, I realized the room was silent and I let go of Olivier. He winked at me and I wanted to throw up. Then I looked at Collin and Rina. They had separated, Rina with her eyebrows drawn over her eyes in innocent confusion, and Collin, glaring at me.

Finally, he stood up.

Collin: Fuck you.

And he left.

Yes, Collin. I know. Fuck me.

Love,

Leigh