He can’t control it either.
Elle throws her hands up.
“You’re both absolutely fucking unhinged.”
Andrew fully faces me, grinning. “Wait, wait—could you imagine if Apple came out with an app that helped people break up? Offered minimal talking points, then erased all data, blocked numbers, social media...” He clicks his tongue. “Could really fuckin' use it right now.”
I nod. “Like a subscription service… FuckNDump.”
Andrew’s sold. “First month free. Then lowest plan? Thirty bucks a month.”
I go on to add, “Tier one: ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’
“Tier two: ‘I’m not ready for a relationship.’
“Tier three?—”
Andrew snaps his fingers?—
“I don’t want to fuck you anymore.”
That does it.
A laugh explodes out of me, and I double over.
Andrew turns,
trying to outrun his own laugh,
his hand flying to his eyes.
Elle growls.
“WHAT the actual fuck is going on?”
Then her smile hardens,
empty, over it.
“You think you’re the first girl to fall for him?”
Her eyes cut to me,
then right back to him.
“You’re talkin’ to Andrew Harding, you do know that, right? Gives you the fantasy. Says and does just enough to make it real. Whatever you want, he’ll give it to you. Doesn’t mean he wants you, just your pussy.” Her smile turns cruel. “So don’t think you’re special.”
The sudden silence might as well be a scream.
My laughter dies.
So does Andrew’s.
He’s standing frozen,
chest emptied out in front of everyone.
He doesn’t deny it,
