Chapter 4 – More Confessions
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“What do you mean he confirmed it?” I reply, shaking a little.
“Do I seriously have to spell it out for you?”
I don’t reply. I don’t need him to spell it out but I also have no idea what to say. I thought about this this morning but I didn’t actually imagine that it was true.
Ethan replies again in my silence: “Smh. I guess I do have to spell it out. Scott fucked Court a few years ago when we were in college. There. That simple enough for you?”
“I… I just don’t understand… I mean… How? How could something like that happen?” I somehow find the nerve to send that message.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t there that night.”
That jogs a memory in my mind then. “Wait. You weren’t always there?”
“No. I missed one if our little drinking sessions. It’s too bad too cuz I was the one that really wanted Court. Smh. That one damn time…” Then, without warning, Ethan gives me the details Scott gave him.
“According to Scott, Charlie and Ashley were going pretty heavy on the couch that night. Court was already shirtless because, well frankly dude, she sucks at poker. Scott had been playing himself up though, losing intentionally to get her eyes on him. He said he was wearing only his boxers when he made his move. Leaned in and kissed her. She’d been drinking so she kissed him back but then she broke off and went to her room. He said he followed her, dropped his boxers before entering the room and when she turned and saw everything… She just gave in, let him approach and then they were in her bed. To be honest I’m not surprised. With how flirty she got when half naked and drunk I knew it was only a matter of time before one of us got in her pants. Hell, he said once she actually got into it she said to him that I’d be jealous. He told her to send me a text to let me know what was happening. And if for some reason you don’t believe me…”
He sends the wall of text and I read every word. The mention of a text she sent him is what sells me on its truth however because I saw that text on accident when she opened her messenger in front of me to text another friend. It read: “Dude. You’re missing out! I’m getting fucked over here!” I always assumed she meant fucked “up” but now-
DING! “Take a look at this:” He sends me a picture. The lighting is bad but the picture is clear. It’s a close up of Court’s face from one side. Her eyes are closed as her head rests in someone’s lap, a long shaft coming from between his legs and into her mouth…
“Scott took that. Obviously. Court has no idea. He sent me a few more if you want to see them. He took them because he knew this was a once in a lifetime thing. He wanted to relive it as often as he could. He never intended anything malicious with them. But now that I have possession of them too… You better start delivering. Daily.” He signs off.
I stare at my phone my world almost completely shattered. I remind myself it was just a one time thing. She slipped up just one time and it never happened again. It’s ok. We’re ok.
DING! “Oh. And no more of this clothed bullshit. I want to see her body!”
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