As I hear the door click behind me, I wait for the tears to fall... nothing ever comes. Is it quite possible that you only have enough tears for one person? Had Mark finally ran out of chances and tears? I replay the last few minutes in my head. Nicole stopped him from talking to me. He accused Scott of sleeping with me; he thought Marco was more than a friend, even though in all the pictures there was never any suggestive touching. My captions clarified we were just friends but is that what happens when you look for excuses to end things with someone and put the blame on them, see things that aren’t there.
Cause when all is said and done he has done that with both Marco and Scott making it out that I moved on when it was him this entire time. As I let everything sink in, I hear a crash come from downstairs; I swing open the door; I rush down, finding Scott on the floor and Marcus holding Mark back.
“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? AFTER JUSTIN!”
I rush to Scott and look at his face, it’s red and swelling. Scott looks at him calmly.
“I did nothing to you, I have done nothing. I haven’t betrayed you.”
Marcus comes between the two. “Mate, I think you need to calm down.”
I look at Mark and shake my head. “You don’t get to lash out, you made your choice, we were never together and deep down I don’t think you loved me. When I left, we agreed we would see where we were in a year. I held onto the hope that we would be together built on promises you gave me, but you let me go as soon as you had the chance.”
Mark glares at me. “Do you like Scott?”
I scoff at him. “Are you in love with Nicole?”
Mark yells. “Why does that matter?”
I yell back. “Because if you are in love with her, you don’t get to care who I like. Scott maybe is your friend, but he has done nothing but be there for me, only as a friend when you weren’t. The truth is somewhere along the way I developed feelings for him, but that was well after I found out about Nicole. I owe you no loyalty when you have shown nothing but disrespect for me.”
Mark looks between me and Scott, pushing Marcus off him and storming for the door, slamming it shut. The room falls silent and I walk into the kitchen, leaving Marcus and Scott behind. As I’m looking in Marcus’ freezer for something to help Scott with the swelling, I hear the front door close. I turn around I see Scott staring at me.
“Are you ok, Blake?” I give him a sad smile.
“I’m fine more importantly are you ok?”
I hold the bag of frozen peas to his cheek, Scott covering my hand with his.
Scott looks at his feet. “Mark got told a few home truths he didn’t like and well, this was the outcome.”
I shake my head. “Look, I appreciate you and Marcus being there for me, but I don’t want you both to fall out with Mark over everything.”
Scott whispers. “Blair...” He tilts my face up to look at him.
“As long as I have known Mark I have stood by him but he is in the wrong here, I will chat to him and get it all out in the open, but make no mistake you are worth every bit of pain I have in my face right now.” Scott smiles at me.
“Blair, if he doesn’t want to be my friend that’s on him, I have done nothing wrong and I will choose you because I know what I have in front of me and I won’t let you go as he did. When all this calms down, will you please go on a date with me?”
As I take in the sweet words from Scott, there is a knock at the door. Scott excuses himself to answer it. I hear a raised female’s voice. “IS HE HERE?”
I hear Scott. “He was, but he left a while back. What are you doing here?”
I stand in the kitchen, not wanting to be in the room. “Mark was supposed to meet me for dinner, he never showed up!”
I hear Scott tell her. “I think it’s safe to say he will be on his way home to you now.”
There is only one person who would look for Mark, I hear Nicole ask.
“What happened to your face Scott?”
Scott answers abruptly. “Mark happened!”
Nicole scoffs. “Why would he do that?”
Scott sighs. “If you don’t mind, I have had a long night and my head hurts.”
I hide in the kitchen, not wanting any more drama. Then the front door goes again seriously, what now.
Marcus’ voice booms, bouncing off the walls.
“Guys, I’m back yeah Marks pissed... Nicole?”
Nicole yells. “Whys Mark pissed? Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?”
Marcus calmly says. “I think you need to go home to Mark!”
Nicole, screams. “Who else is here?”
I drop my head, Oh, fuck please not now. I don’t think I can handle a verbal sparring session, especially with her. Marcus sternly adds. “Nicole, go home, Mark will be there.”
Nicole scoffs at them both. “You two are such dicks”
“Always a pleasure, Nicole.”
I hear Scott and Marcus chat. “Man, I don’t normally do this but I am not above saying, she’s a nasty bitch.”
For the second time tonight, the door is slammed. “At this rate, that door is going to come off its hinges if someone else slams it.”
I slowly walk out to where Marcus and Scott are standing.
“I am so sorry I shouldn’t have come here its caused so much drama.”
Marcus tuts. “Blake, don’t you dare we wanted you here, sure what’s a little drama between friends. Now, who wants food I am thinking about Pizza and beer!”
Scott grabs the menu. “That sounds good just don’t be putting any of that olive shit near it.”
I finally feel my eyes swell with tears. “Guys, I think I’m going to lie down.”
Marcus and Scott look at me with concern etched on their faces. Marcus gives me a little wink. “Yeah, sure, look if you need anything to let me know.”
Turning away, I make my way back up to the room, closing the door. I curl up on the bed, closing my eyes when I wake up to the sound of soft knocking; I look at the clock, it’s near midnight.
The door gently opens, and I see Scott stand at my doorway. “Are you ok?”
I sit up and nod. “It was a bit much, I didn’t want any of this.”
Scott moves closer into the room and sits on the edge of the bed with a slice of pizza. “Is there anything I can do I brought you some food?”
I smile at him. “Can I have a cuddle?”
Scott sets the pizza to the side and leans in and cuddles me. His warm embrace calms me and for a split second, I forget about everything that went down tonight. “Will you hold me for a little while?”
Scott gets on top of the bed staying above the covers taking me in his arms.
“Big spoon or little spoon?”
I giggle. “Little spoon, please.”
Scott brings his arm around me and finds my hand drawing circles and making me feel at ease. “Get some sleep, Blair”
I let out a soft sigh and drift off to sleep. “Night Patterson.”
When I wake up, I feel breathing at the back of my neck, fingers entwined with mine and a... good morning wood. I try to lie still enjoying the closeness of Scott. Was expecting to wake up to a bed to myself, I was a little happy when I felt him still spooning me. I reach for my phone as I look at it. I see my favourite name. Charlie.
I can’t believe your home in 6 days I can’t wait to see you. We have so much to catch up on. How’s NYC... how’s Scott?
I reply. We have so much to catch up on, it’s going to take days or weeks, have plenty of wine or rum at the ready. Shit went down last night, Mark showed up. Scott got punched and well I appear to have gained a big spoon for the night all in all a great first day in the big NYC.
As I set my phone back on the side table, Scott stirs. He accidentally pokes me with his... wood practically falling off the bed when he realises what he has done. I look around and his face is crimson and I can’t help but tease.
“Good Morning Woody”
Scott struggles to his feet. “I am so sorry, it has a mind of its own in the morning.”
I bite my lip, trying to stifle a laugh. “It’s fine Woody, I know all about the struggles of the morning glory. It’s not a HARD problem to understand. Takes a whole new meaning to the term RISE and shine.”
I laugh as Scott shakes his head he is trying to fight a smile but I am one pun away from breaking him.
Scott points to the door “I am going to get a coffee, would you like one?”
I smile and nod. “Yes please, can you make it hot so I can give it a good blow?”
Scott bursts out laughing and gives me a cheeky smirk. “Filthy as always, I see, what am I going to do with you?”
I tap my finger on my lips. “I do not know really, but it’s going to be fun finding out.”
Scott winks at me. At that moment I realise I haven’t felt this happy in a long time and I am excited to spend some time with him. In the back of my mind, though, I know I can’t let things end on bad terms with Mark.
I didn’t feel good with the way things went, and my dad always taught me never to have regrets. For me this would be a regret even though I have been angry I am not willing to carry this grudge around. So before I agree to a date with Scott, I need to see Mark.
Blake’s words stung like hell, punching Scott is something I never thought in a million years I would have ever done yet here we are. Cursing myself up and down as I make my way back to where I parked my car hours ago, it was all in a red mist and I don’t remember most of what happened before I shut the door behind me. I look at my phone. “F*UCK!”
22 missed calls and 3 voicemails all from Nicole if I wasn’t fucked before, I am fucked now.
“MARK WAIT.” I turn around to find Marcus running at me.
“Mark, in all the years I have known you, what the hell was that?”
I sigh. “What’s the point I have fucked everything up in the space of what... 15 minutes?”
Marcus gets to the point. “Not to be a dick, but you fucked everything up about 7 months ago! Why didn’t you tell me about Nicole?”
“What and admit that she practically has my balls in her purse, I have bent over backwards for her.”
Marcus simply asks. “Why didn’t you just talk to Blake?” I lean on the wall.
“There are a lot of things I realise I messed up on, but it’s shit that I can’t fix right now!”
Marcus stands looking at me with a look I hate... pity. “I won’t take sides, I am always your friend but what you did back there was not you. You have my word Scott has done nothing, but he does like her. You are making a life with Nicole why would you want to hold Blake and Scott back if they could have something real and meaningful? You and Blake had something in the past it was fleeting and it wasn’t enough as you walked away. Just remember you were her good friend before anything else.”
I put my hands in my pockets. “Where is Marcus and what the hell have you done with him?”
Marcus glares at me. “You tell anyone I said any of this shit and I will kill you! Take a few days but you need to make this right Mark, you forgave Justin and Scott has done nothing like that.”
I hold out my hand for Marcus to shake. “Fuck that, bring it in.”
Marcus pulls me in for a bro hug. “But I mean it sort this shit out, Mark.”
As I pull my car into the driveway, the house is in darkness. I open the door and walk to the kitchen, lifting my bottle of whiskey off the shelf and taking it to the kitchen island. I sit and pour myself a large measure. A little while later, I see headlights through the window. “Well, here we go.”
The front door opens and hurricane Nicole enters the kitchen slamming her keys down and takes the glass from my hand drinking the rest of my whiskey. “So I just had an interesting night. First of all, I get stood up, then I get ignored, spend ages trying to find where you were, turn up at Marcus.’”
I panic. “You were at Marcus?”
Nicole stands with her hands on her hips. “Yip, so anything you want to tell me?”
“I didn’t know she was here, Nicole.” The look on her face tells me she had no clue Blake was here.
“Who? I am talking about the fact Scott’s face is fucked. Start talking Mark cause I’m about to lose it.”
I pour myself another drink. “Blake is here, Nicole.”
“Why would she be here? She was never supposed to be here, she was supposed to be back home in London Mark?”
Looking at her, taking the amber liquid for courage. “I didn’t exactly stick around to find out all the details.”
Nicole’s eyes glow red with rage. “WAIT!!! you saw her?”
I nod. “Yeah, she was at Marcus.”
Nicole paces. “HOLY SHIT, that’s why they wouldn’t let me in, I knew there was another person there. I told you I didn’t want you to see her again.”
I lose my temper. “For fuck’s sake Nicole, I have bent over backwards for you. You told me to sell my apartment, I did. You told me to move here, I did. You told me to stop talking to Blake, I did. You told me to stop going on boys’ nights, I did. You told me to propose, I did. Then just a few days ago you told me you didn’t want me going to London to help Marcus with the new renovation and guess what you won there too. What more do you want from me?”
Nicole glares at me and screams. “I WANT YOU TO TELL PEOPLE WE ARE ENGAGED MARK AND TELL BLAKE YOU DON’T WANT HER IN YOUR LIFE ANYMORE, YOU DON’T NEED HER YOU HAVE ME.”
“Christ Nicole, it only happened. Why do you think I was trying to meet up with the boys for lunch? I wanted to tell them, but Scott and Marcus’ couldn’t make it, then I found out Blake was here.”
Nicole scoffs. “And there we have it, ME constantly being second best to Blake. I did this once before I won’t do it again.”
I look at her. “We were just friends at that point. You don’t have to worry about her, pretty sure she has moved on.”
Nicole stops in her tracks from pacing. “With who?”
I sigh. “Why do you think Scott’s face is the way it is?”
“You hit him, over her!!!”
I stand up from the stool. “I am not doing this Nicole, I can’t talk to you right now.”
Nicole tries to stop me. “Don’t you walk away from me MARK, MARK GET BACK HERE.”
I walk out the door cursing myself for having a few drinks’ because now I can’t fucking escape. So I took myself for a walk to clear my head. Why I ever agreed to Nicole’s bullshit is beyond me. When we agreed to give this another try, we were open and honest she told me she felt second best to Blake even though at the time we were just friends and I promised it would be different this time around. But once she found out about London, all bets were off.
The jealousy grew, and she was constantly suspicious about what I was doing and who I was with. I thought that once I removed or blocked Blake’s ways of communication, it would put her at ease; it didn’t. As I walk, the alcohol wears off. I begin to see how wrong I have been. Needing to make amends with everyone. I need Nicole to trust me, and I need her to see that Blake isn’t a threat. In theory, it sounds easy, but deep down I know Nicole is going to be my biggest obstacle. I decide that there is no time like the present. I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone.
You think you could help me get together with everyone I need to put this right and I know she is only here for a week?
My phone pings and I read the reply.
Leave it with me I will be in contact, you’re making the right call. Talk soon.
As I put my phone away, I decide I have had enough time to think and make my way back home. All being well, Nicole has had time to cool down. I need to tell her I am not putting up with this shit, if we are getting married she needs to stop with the petty jealous shit once and for all.
I just hope it’s worth it.