Friends in high places. Friends in low places on Friday, more like. I bitched about it beforehand, but it was proper fun, no question. Too much fun. I texted him. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t, but I wanted the extra buzz on top – that fizzing feeling deep inside of me. A natural high. Knowing he doesn’t just want me, he craves me. When my phone beeped, I hid in her en suite, even though I knew she’d flip her lid if she found me there, and read what he said again and again. The fact he was trying not to say it was a bigger turn on than if he’d just put it out there. I keep thinking of you too. In fact it’s getting hard to think about anything else X I put some of her lipstick on, stared at my pink face in her big round mirror. My eyes looked so bright, so alive. I knew right then that I was beautiful. Then the high went really low. Cos it’s not enough, is it? It’s not enough for him. The fact I’m more beautiful and it’s still her he wants must mean there’s something wrong with me.
