Written With Hearts

Written With Hearts - Chapter Twenty One

Abby....

Shit! I've just made a complete fool of myself, a complete and utter fool of myself: a jealous fool of myself. Shit and shit again!

Not just in front of Yate, but also Rick and Zara. "Shit!" Even saying it out loud, doesn't make me feel any better. Angrily, I retrieve my mobile from out of the depths of my annoying bag. With an over dramatic sigh, I call KC; praying that she'll pick up.

Thankfully, she does. "Hey, hun," she happily answers, which momentarily makes me feel guilty because I'm about to offload all of my emotional shit onto her.

"Hey," I glumly reply, knowing that she'll ask me what is wrong, which will then mean it's my cue to offload.

As predicted, KC's happy tone of voice instantly drops to one that is burdened with concern. "What's up, Abby?"

I walk with the phone to my ear, staring down at the gravelled ground before replying. "I've just made a real tit of myself, Kace," I solemnly say, before yet another sigh comes from out of my tense and constricted throat.

"What's happened?" she quickly asks, her voice stilted.

I draw in a frustrated breath, slowly letting it back out as I look up to the cloudy sky. "I just had to walk out of a photo shoot that Yate is doing," I quietly admit, wincing at the embarrassment of it all.

KC is quick to respond. "Why?"

"Because I got fucking jealous!" I bark out with frustrated force, knowing that once again, I've allowed my insecurities to overpower me.

My calm friend answers with soft sympathy. "What made you jealous?" she gently asks, trying to ease it out of me.

"He's doing couple shots with this model, she's actually very nice, so I don't know why I'm feeling so pissed off." I'm trying to balance things out in my head, trying to make sense of my stupidness. I start rambling on to KC, not waiting for her reply. "I know this is what he does, but some of the shots were just so hard to watch, Kace. Their hands were all over each other. I know it's only for a fucking photo, but it's still hard to watch, you know?" My stomach hardens at the thought of Zara lying seductively on top of Yate, and then hardens some more when I think about my reaction to it. With a theatrical groan, my one hand clasps around the back of my neck. "Oh, KC . . . I practically stormed out like a stroppy fucking teenager," I whine, grimacing at just how pathetic I must have looked to Yate, Rick, and Zara.

"Just keep calm. Where are you now?" KC asks, trying to take control of the awkward situation.

"I'm outside. I muttered something about needing to take a call, before storming out," I tell her, sounding positively sulky now.

"That's good, Abby. At least you're thinking before reacting."

My face contorts with confusion. "What?" I snap, needing her to explain.

"You didn't just storm out. You made an excuse up . . . then stormed out!" She actually sounds pleased with me.

She's right and I am on the phone! Maybe this situation is salvageable after all? "What do I do, Kace? Do I just go back in there and pretend that it never happened?" I need her advice, desperately.

"That's exactly what you do." Her answer is solid, no room for negotiation.

Just as I'm about to reply, I hear the studio door opening and an apprehensive Yate walking out of it. "Um, I'm going to have to call you back later," I tell KC, staring at him warily approaching me.

"Is Yate there?" she asks, going completely silent as she waits for my reply.

Yate is getting closer, so I try to sound happier as I answer KC. "Yes," I singularly answer with my heart thudding inside of my chest, pretending that everything is absolutely hunky-dory with me.