Chapter Six
Amplitude
It was past five in the morning when Sophie finally returned to her bedroom. The strain of entering her house and walking around in the dark without making any noise exhausted her – especially because she was a little tipsy, which added to her natural clumsiness, made it very difficult. Nevertheless, she managed to fall into her bed and bury her face into one of her turtles with only two bumps into the sofa, one near-fall in the hallway, two dropped objects and three face-bumps against the wall – which she considered a success.
She was very much on the verge of falling asleep when her cellphone rang. Knowing exactly who it was, she cursed against her turtle’s soft belly.
The jerk.
“Hey,” she said without much enthusiasm.
“Murphy!” he almost screamed. He seemed very excited, unlike her and her lopsided view of her room that wouldn’t stop spinning, “Where are you?”
“Home,” she answered again, this time angrier, “Did you expect me to wait for you until tomorrow?”
“Oh, yeah, about that-”
“Whatever.”
“I’m sorry!” he basically screamed again, “I wanted to be there, I swear!”
“What stopped you, then?”
He was silent and she groaned, annoyed. “Just forget it, Adrian.”
“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”
“Why should I be?” She was somewhat sarcastic. “It’s not like you should feel forced to go. If you didn’t want to go, I’m glad you didn’t. Better this way. I just don’t understand why you would basically bully me into meeting you if you didn’t actually want to do it. You know, men are all the same. Mark didn’t rest until I was dating him and then when I finally said yes he made his best to conquer me. After that, it was a pleasant fall back to reality where he made his best to screw me – not literally!” she quickly said before he could make the joke she knew was coming.
“Sophie-“
“And you, surprise and gasp, are just the same! You make your best to conquer me, couldn’t rest until I agreed to meet you, just so that you can quickly screw with me – again, not literally!”
“Sophie, don’t compare me with that asshole.”
“It’s what you deserve!”
“Wow. You really are mad…” he answered, and though she knew he was trying to sound worried, he couldn’t, “I’m sorry, I really am.”
“Not a message, not a call, nothing! You could’ve at least said something.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry!”
She took a deep breath and fell silent. Adrian didn’t.
“Don’t you want to know why I didn’t show up?”
“No, not really.”
“Liar.” He grinned.
She suddenly understood what was wrong with his tone. “Are you drunk?”
“Just a little,” he answered honestly, “I’m just a little touched.”
“Touched?”
“By the booze.”
“Great. We’ll talk tomorrow then. Bye.”
“No! No, no, no, no, no,” he almost yelled again, “I can’t go to sleep if you’re still mad at me.”
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