All the Wrong Reasons

3. Backslide

“Well, I decided to break the habit.”  She said.

“You slept late last night, that’s what it is.”  Jill said, her tone was accusing.

“I don’t know what time I slept.”  Adrienne said She stood up to go to her bathroom.  “Hold on.  I’m just going to splash some water on my face to wake myself up.”

Jill waited for five minutes while Adrienne washed her face and brushed her teeth.

“Alright.  What’s up?”  Adrienne asked when she finished.

“How was Gypsys?”

That was enough to wake her up.  “Ah… great.  Nothing different.  The same as the others.” 

Shit!  I’m lying! 

“Did you leave early?  Tell me you didn’t leave early!”

“Why?”  She asked.

“Well… one of the girls I know from my neighborhood said that Justin Adams was there.  And he was with some redhead.  They didn’t arrive together.  He approached her and then they were dancing, then they were kissing and then they left together.”

Now, her heart was pounding.  Damn!  How popular can Justin Adams be?  She must remember not to go to Jill’s apartment for two months for the risk of being recognized.

“So what?”

“Well, Justin isn’t known for picking up girls at bars.  He does have a reputation of a playboy, but you will never see him holding hands with a girl in public, least of all kissing.”

“And the point is?”

“Well… she could be special.  Justin likes to keep his reputation of being single.  He doesn’t go steady with any girl.  He doesn’t go to public with a girl alone.  And that’s what makes him more attractive!  Like he is ice king or something.  He doesn’t pursue and he walks away easily.”

“Wow!  How can an ice king be a playboy?  I thought playboys are supposed to be hot!”

“Yeah, and that’s what makes him different!  That’s what makes him a god!  He is never known for pickup lines!  But beautiful girls, worthy enough to be models, would just fall on his feet.  And last night, it seemed he broke his rules.  He picked someone up!”

“Jillian, why are we talking about Justin Adams?  You called me to talk about him?  Why is everybody obsessed with his lovelife?”

“He doesn’t have one.”  Jill reminded her.

“Alright.  Why is everybody obsessed about his sex life?”  She corrected herself.  “So what?  He sees a girl.  He could have known her from the past or something.  Could be an old girlfriend.”  She surprised herself there.  She didn’t know she could lie with so much conviction.