-Ain’t no way Rava picked you sober.
SOPHIA:
-Excuse me..?
GIO:
-He stayed in, reading some sad fucking book, afraid he would never see your boring ass smile again. sit down.
-Do Rava a favor and remove yourself from his life entirely
-He deserves at least someone with a brain
She keeps talking. She has the audacity to keep talking.
SOPHIA:
-you're such an asshole
-you know what, Rava would never talk to me like this
-he actually appreciates me I guess. unlike you. dickhead.
One stupid tear slips down before I can stop it. I wipe it away fast, angry at myself, angry at everything.
I lift the phone again and reread the messages because I enjoy emotional self-destruction.
That’s me, right? The placeholder. The soft, safe, fucking boring guy she keeps around while she drools over people who look like they’d break her back.
The more I read, the worse it gets.
I’m officially the biggest clown in Europe.
Full certified circus idiot. She flirted with him. She insulted me. And I’m here thinking I was being dramatic. Paranoid, and unfair!
No. I’m just fucking blind.
How could she? How the hell could she?
I clench the phone in my hand. I feel cold and hot all at once. "Rava?" Her voice hits from behind me.
I turn around slowly.
She walks out of the water, smiling like nothing happened.
"Hey, what took you so—"
Her eyes land on her phone in my hand. Everything on her face changes.
First confusion. Then guilt. Then panic. "Give me that." She reaches out, but I don’t let go.
"You’re disgusting," I say.
"Rava, I can explain—"
"Explain what, Sophia? That you’ve been sexting Gio behind my back? The guy you saw foroneminute?!" I laugh, mocking her. "Jesus, Sophia. Gio?"
"You weren’t supposed to—"
