Part 5 (2/2)
”She is. I drove there.”
”It was late, Cal. You were clearly upset. You could have been injured.”
”I made it there fine.”
My sister turns away. ”I guess you needed someone other than a sister to be your friend.”
”It would have been nice if she were there. She went to some concert with her other roommates. My phone had died, so I didn't bother calling.”
”Did you have to turn back around?”
I shake my head while considering how much of that night I should share. ”No. There was still someone there to let me in.”
”Good. You got some sleep,” Wes states.
”Not exactly. Yeah, so I sort of hooked up with the brother of one of the other girls.”
”What?” Cam's eyes light up. ”Like a stranger?”
”No. I met him before. We were familiar with each other.”
”Familiar? Did you mess around before?” She inquires.
”For lack of better words I'd describe our relations.h.i.+p as enemies. He's a pompous p.r.i.c.k, who I wouldn't care if I never laid eyes on again. He was there. It happened. In some ways it helped at the time, I suppose. Don't make a big deal out of it.” I'm prepared to be judged. It's fine. I can take the looks of disapproval, because I've purposely proven I'm not about to attempt to come between my sister and her soon to be husband.
Wes begins. ”I remember this one time I hooked up with this random chick at a party. She was hanging all over me for half the night, so it was easy to seal the deal. Anyway, we both wake up the next morning and realize we never even spoke. She had this deep husky voice like a man that literally scared the p.i.s.s out of me. For a second I thought I'd gone and hooked up with a dude but been too drunk to remember. Beer goggles suck. After we exchanged first names she left and I never saw her again. The point is I hope your experience was better than mine.”
I can tell from the look on my sister's face that she's disturbed. Nonetheless, it was the past.
”We've spoke to each other. He's definitely a dude. I can attest to that for sure.”
Cam giggles. ”So you slept with someone you don't like?”
I shrug. ”He served his purpose.”
”d.a.m.n, you're downright scary.” Wes looks to Cam. ”You Healy women.”
”We what?” My sister asks.
”You terrify me,” he admits.
While we both laugh I feel it's important to reiterate. ”Look, he knew what it was and he was fine with it. We'd both had a bad day and used each other to make it a little better. I don't care for him and he doesn't like me much either. It happened and now it's over.”
”So you're not planning on seeing him again?”
”Hopefully never.” It's the truth.
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