After I went to see Angel the other day Jack came over.
I opened the door and let him in.
“Angel and Cat are here.”
When Jack saw me with the same expression, he asked what was wrong.
I contemplated whether I should tell him. Angel lied to me and said she was sick when she was really with Jack. I don’t know if I saw it differently, but I had no intention of speaking to her or him.
“I don’t know if I’m in the mood.”
“Come on man, cheer up.”
“Are you hungry? come on Baltimore is playing tonight.”
I saw Angel and Cat walk in with groceries.
“I hope you guys don’t mind, but I’m cooking,"Angel notifies.
“Fine with me,”I heard Cat say.
Cat sat down on the couch and took her sunglasses off.
I guess everyone's staying at my place. I didn’t mind Cat, but Jack and Angel were too much.
I was planning on giving Angel her present, but there was too many people around. I don’t think I could after what happened yesterday. She probably spent her birthday with Jack.
As I look up her dark eyes make contact with mine.
“Hey,” she smiles.
Hey? That’s all I got. At this point I don’t know what to do. I wanted to ignore her for so long, but it looks like I can’t.
Before I could answer, my phone rings.
“Hold on, I’ve got to answer this,” I say as if I’m an important businessmen.
I awkwardly walk away.
Angel starts to prepare the food and Cat comes up to her.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asks.
“Yeah, just start by cutting up those onions.”
“Thanks.” Angel says.
“There’s something I always wanted to ask you.”
“Are you and Jack a thing?”
“Tell me the truth.”
“We’re just really close.”
Angel starts to wash the dishes.
I come back into the room, and sit on the couch.
“Can you hand me a beer?”he asks.
Once I get into the kitchen I’m bombarded by Angel.
Angel feeds me the wooden spoon full of sauce.
Having no chance to respond, she shoves it in my mouth.
“Yeah, was that lemon?”
As she backs away she stumbles into Cat, dropping the spoon.
“I’m so sorry,” she says and starts picking up the mess.
“I’ve got it,”I say a little harsh.
So far, I don’t think we’re doing too well.
Angel backs away and goes back to cooking.
Jack comes in, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she says.
I go sit down on the couch.
After a couple of minutes Jack checks in.
“How’s the food going?”
“We should play a game while it’s cooking.”
“I should watch it, Cat you can go,”Angel says.
Jack comes behind Angel.
“No, you’re playing too.”
“This is how the game goes,” Jack says.
I come into the dining room.
“You have to tell the truth and if you don't, someone tries to get the golf ball in the cup. If it doesn’t get in, you’re safe. If it does, you have to drink.”
Cat agrees, and I nod my head.
Jack goes first, “Cat, is it true that you still listen to the Red Hot Chili Peppers?”
“Awww, that’s no fun. You answered.”
“Am I the only one that likes them too?” Angel says.
“Pretty much,”Jack and I say.
It’s Angel’s turn next.
“Jack, is it true that you had a huge thing for your fifth grade teacher?”
“Is it?” Cat asks.
Jack doesn’t answer.
“Okay Angel, you got me,” Jack surrenders.
Angel throws her best shot and makes it.
“Drink up mother f***er,” she shouts.
“I’m gonna get you back next time.”
It’s Cat’s turn.
“Angel, is it true that you and Jack are a thing?”
My heart stops. How can she even ask her that?
Angel doesn’t answer.
“Yeah Angel, are you?” I persist on, making a cocky smirk.
"Drink up mother f***er," Cat says.