The Greatest Gifts from the Devil

Gossiping Girls

The car had hardly left the driveway when my mum comes bolting out. I'm surprised she wasn't looking through the curtains. Thank God she didn't embarrass me.

"So whose that?" My mother inquired.

"Nobody?" I tell her exasperated and walk past her into the shade of the house.

"Didn't look like nobody. He actually looked hot." She hates being kept out of the loop, maybe it's the European nature in her where they love to gossip.

Ugh, please stop.

"A guy." I head to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it.

Here lies the problem with having a mother who had you at sixteen. She's more like a friend, and whilst sometimes that's a bonus, right now I needed somebody to tell me what a stupid thing I just did.

Even if I decided not to call him, he knows where I live. Or where my friend "Tina" lives. In the heat of the moment the only name that came to mind was with a four feet ex school friend from high school.

My mother is still chatting away at the other side of the door, and I wish she'd shut up. I have a headache the size of China, and I can't keep blaming this stupid heat!

Imploring my just in case policy I save his number into my phone, and start the ardours task of scrubbing again.

Who the fuck writes numbers on people anymore? It's not like the the 1980's, pre-dawn of the mobile phone and they are a rarity.

Dumb dipshit.

But a hot one.

I have thirty minutes to get ready before my best friends Anja and Daniella rock up. Since meeting as waitresses at La Porchetta we've been inseparable. Maybe it was the bonding over the sleazy boss that cemented out friendship.

Before going to this party our routine is to go share a jug of beer, play a couple of rounds of pool, and then get going to the party.

I'm in half a daze when I step out of the shower.

"Hey b*tch."

"F*ck Dani," I screech almost dropping my towel.

"Not like I haven't seen your bare ass before." She unabashedly laughs, her smile bright against her deep mocha complexion.

I'm ashamed to admit that's true. Alcohol equates to stupidly, and when I was much younger, well two years ago, I skinny dipped at the beach on a dare. Thank god it was dark, and deserted. Well obviously not dark enough.

Dani follows me outside to the double garage that's I've converted into a bedroom. Pretty much everything I own is in here. At every opportunity I'll use to steer clear of my overbearing mother and three younger sisters.

"Where's Anja?" I rifle through my underwear and pull out the first pair of underwear and bra I can get my hands on. Nobodies going to check them out so I bypass matching them up.

Anja is the sensible one out of the three of us, which isn't much of a template for goodness when compared to Dani and I. Maybe it has to do with her semi-strict Serbian upbringing.

There's no reprieve for the heat, so turning around it looks like it's skirt and a singlet for tonight. It's just a house party nothing over the top so I'm not going all out.

Just as I'm finishing up Anja comes in with a wide grin and it's clear what's happened.

"So your mum told me you got into a car with a random, hot guy."

"What the f*ck?" Dani says crossing her arms, and just like that her mood has changed. "Why am I just hearing about this now."

"Because it just happened, and I was naked when you popped in." I try to explain.

Dani scoffs. "No excuse, you better spill." She hooks her elbow through mine and all but dumps me on the bed. Her raven black ringlets bounce as she comes to my side.

"I need lots of alcohol first."

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Thirty minutes later at Fun City I've spilled my guts with the minimum information I have, minus his parting words. Of course I had needed assistance. Two jugs of beer between us, and a game of pool where the balls ended up mostly off the table then on, I've left them speechless, which is a first.

It wasn't until the end of the story that I'm trying to figure out why I got into the car, but I'm still stuck.

I have a dark hole in my heart where my relationship just ended. A relationship which consumed me. I didn't want to feel, maybe, just maybe this could be an opportunity to let my hair down and have some fun.

Anja and Dani are arguing over the latest episode of Sex and the City, something about Samantha's penchant for casual sex versus Charlotte's conservative nature. Of course it's something of a debate with us three, Dani never makes it a secret of her larger than life sex life whilst Anja is still a virgin.

There's no way I'm breaking up this discussion even though I need advice.

Before I could talk myself out of it I shoot a quick text bypassing the three day rule.

Hey it's Kate. Let me know if that offer still stands.

I've hardly had time to replace my phone in my bag when my phone pings.

Of course. Name a day.

I decide to play it cool, there's nothing worse than a girl who reeks of desperation. Why, oh why does it come across as sweet when a guy doesn't play games but if a girl does it's a whole different story? Guys need to learn the chase is the ultimate turn on.

Yes, this is just what I need, something to help me forget about the chaos around me.

After all what's the worst that could happen?

Author's Notes

What do you think so far? Is smothering a broken heart a wise thing to do

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