Auctioned to Him 4: His Addiction

by Charlotte Byrd

  “So what’s up with the waterworks?” Dylan asks.

  Juliet and I finally let go of each other. There’s mist in both of our eyes.

  “Well, since you’re saying your goodbyes already, I wanted to make sure that you’ve said your goodbye to your engagement ring,” Dylan says, pulling out a small blue box from his pocket. “I’m taking it back to Tiffany’s today.”

  Juliet’s eyes light up. “Give that to me,” she says.

  “You haven’t taken it back already?” I ask.

  Juliet opens the box and puts the ring on her finger.

  “Gorgeous,” she whispers. “My future fiancé has his work cut out for him.”

  I roll my eyes.

  “Here, you have to put it on, Alice. One last time,” Juliet says.

  I shake my head, but she grabs my hand and pushes the ring on my ring finger. The two-carat diamond and the little diamonds around the halo sparkle so bright that they make me want to reach for my sunglasses. I find myself transfixed, unable to look away.

  “I have to hand it to you, Dylan,” I say. “I’m not sure that I’ll ever have a ring this beautiful in my life. And I want to thank you for that. Whomever you marry in the future will be one lucky lady.”

  Dylan’s face explodes in a wide, effervescent grin.

  “No matter what, I have a feeling that you’ll be my favorite wife,” he says.

  All three of us crack up laughing. Even now, I have a hard time believing that the events of this semester actually took place. Wow, what a ride.

  Chapter 30

  A few hours later, I’m pretty much packed up. All the posters and pictures from my side of the room are down and all that’s left are little bits of glue and tape that I wasn’t able to scrape off. It’s definitely a sorry sight. Finals have this odd letdown quality to them. There’s all this build up, anxiety, and anticipation and work leading up to them. And then, one moment later, they’re over and you find yourself at a loss as to what to do. It’s like there was a purpose of you being there and suddenly there isn’t. It’s already my second semester, but I still haven’t found a decent way to cope with this feeling. A huge part of me wants to go to sleep and rest, but my mind keeps racing and my body wants to celebrate. We’re all going out later tonight, around 10, but there’re still hours until then. I plop down on my bed, pull the covers all around me, and wrap myself around my phone. The Internet is always a good way to kill time.

  There’s a knock on my door.

  “Hey.” Tristan stands in the doorway. “Can I come in?”

  I just started a game of Candy Crush.

  “Sure,” I say reluctantly, barely able to pull myself away from the screen.

  “You going out tonight?” I ask.

  “Yep,” he says, nodding.

  “Cool.”

  He doesn’t say anything for a moment. Okay, I have to put down the phone. He’s waiting for me to pay attention.

  “What’s up?” I look up at him.

  He sits down on the bed next to me. A little too close. I pull the covers over and create a little bit of a barrier between us.

  “How did your finals go?” he asks.

  “Good.” I shrug. “I don’t really know. I guess we’ll see.”

  He looks somewhere behind me on the wall. I can tell that he’s not really interested in my answer.

  “You? How was your Macroeconomics final?” I ask. That’s his most difficult class. I really hope that he ends up passing it. And not just passing, but succeeding.

  “I actually think it went okay,” he says. His eyes light up at the thought. “I’m really hoping for an A-. That professor never gives out As.”

  “Oh wow, that’s great. And you see, you were worried.”

  There’s a moment of silence. I wait for him to say something else, but he doesn’t.

  “Tristan?” I say. His eyes return to mine. “What’s up? Did you just come here to talk about finals?”

  “No,” he says, shaking his head. “Not really.”

  I wait for him to say something else. But again, he is at a loss for words.

  I’m starting to get impatient.

  “Tristan, what’s going on? Is there something you want to talk about? If not, then please leave me alone so I can waste a few hours playing Candy Crush.”

  “Okay,” he says, taking a deep breath. “I just want to apologize for everything that has happened this semester. I shouldn’t have worked so hard and ignored you. I really didn’t give our relationship a fair shot. Just looking back to last winter and how much fun we had. I’m not really sure what happened when we got to school, except that I was a dick.”

  “It’s okay,” I say. “What happened happened.”

  “No, see, that’s precisely it. It happened because of me. If I hadn’t been so busy with work and school and actually spent some time with you. Then maybe…”

  “No, I should’ve been more understanding about your job. It was a good experience, right?”

  “Yeah, I guess.” He shrugs. “I just don’t think it was worth losing you over.”

  “Well…it’s okay,” I say. “I don’t really know what to say.”

  “And I also wanted to apologize for getting confused about us. That was partly because of my crazy schedule. I just felt like I needed to get something off my plate.”

  “Tristan, it’s fine,” I say. I sort of hate that he referred to me as the something that he had to get off his plate. “It’s all in the past.”

  “You see, that’s the thing. What if I don’t want it to be in the past, Alice?”

  “What?”

  I feel myself losing color in my face as blood drains away somewhere to the lower half of my body.

  “Don’t look so scared,” he jokes.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I just want to apologize for everything that has happened this semester. Because I know it’s my fault.”

  “Well, not exactly,” I say with a smile. “You didn’t force me to marry Dylan.”

  “I know.” He waves his hand to dismiss the matter. “But I know it wasn’t for real. I know you don’t love Dylan. I just made a bigger deal out of it than I probably should have.”

  “No, I don’t think so. In fact, I think you’re response was probably quite appropriate given the circumstances.”

  We both start laughing. It’s too ridiculous not to. A part of me is shocked that we’re actually laughing about it so soon. I was sure that it would be years before I could laugh about this. And yet, here we are.

  As we laugh, our bodies move closer and closer. I’m not sure how it happens, but suddenly, I find myself right next to his face. I look up at him, surprised. Tristan doesn’t look so surprised. His eyes sparkle. He licks his lips. He touches my chin and lifts it up, bringing my lips closer to his.

  “Tristan,” I whisper.

  “Alice.”

  “What are you doing?” He looks down at my lips and then back to my eyes.

  “You know what I’m doing.”

  “No, we can’t,” I say, pulling away from him.

  “What? Why?”

  “Because. Because you know why.”

  Now, I’m getting angry. Does he really not know why? I look at him. He stares at me dumbfounded.

  “Because I’m going home to LA. And you’re going to the Bay Area. We won’t see each other for a long time. You’re going to be here for school next year and I’m going to go to USC.”

  “So?” he asks.

  “So? I don’t want to kiss you and then spend the summer wondering what the hell it means. I want to move on from this Tristan. I can’t keep doing this.”

  “What if I don’t want you to move on?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I want to be with you, Alice. I want to try again.”

  I look at him. He looks earnest. Set in his decision. But I’m not.

  “I’m sorry, I can’t,” I say, getting out of bed. “I don’t think th
is…this thing between us can work. It’s too complicated.”

  “I love you, Alice.”

  He walks over to me and puts his hands on my shoulders. A few loose strands of hair fall into his beautiful face. It takes all of my strength I have not to just lean over and kiss him.

  “I love you, Alice. Do you love me?”

  I don’t reply for a moment. I could lie. But I don’t.

  “Yes, I love you, too.”

  “So? What more do we need?”

  “It’s not enough, Tristan. I know the Beatles say that it’s all you need, but I need more. At least now.”

  I walk out of the room as quickly as I can because tears are already flowing down my face. I can’t stop them. I don’t even try. I just hope that he doesn’t catch up to me and see them. And another part of me hopes that he does. I want him to wipe them away and say that no matter what, everything will be okay.

  But Tristan doesn’t follow me. I get to the elevator and ride down to the ground floor. It’s May and New York is in full bloom. The streets are crowded with people in t-shirts and shorts. Everyone seems to be running, bicycling, or walking their dogs. I run down to Riverside Park. I need to be alone, but that’s pretty much impossible in this city. All I can ask for is to be somewhere where no one knows me. Strangers here don’t make it a policy to comfort strangers.

  With tears running down my face, I run until I reach the fence separating me from the Hudson River. I stand there watching the river flow by and letting my tears flow with abandon until twilight falls.

  Chapter 31

  I don’t see Tristan at the bar that night. I keep waiting for him to come by. I have my act all ready to go, but he doesn’t show up. Dylan and Juliet are clearly disappointed and somewhat angry at me. They’re even upset the following day while I’m stuffing the last of my stuff into the few available spaces that I still have left in my bags.

  “You know what I’m not going to miss about you?” Dylan says, lying on the couch. “All the drama that you and Tristan had this year.”

  “Hey, why is that all on me?” I ask. “It’s him, too.”

  “It’s him, too. Except that while you show up after you two have drama, he doesn’t.”

  “That’s on him, too,” Juliet says, taking my side.

  “Thank you,” I say.

  I look at my phone. I have to leave for the airport in less than twenty minutes. But I still haven’t seen Tristan.

  “Where is he?” I turn to Juliet. “I haven’t seen him since last night.”

  She shrugs.

  “Dylan?”

  He looks down to the floor. I can see that he’s hiding something and that he’s sorry about it.

  “What?” I ask. “What’s is it?”

  “I think he left already,” he says quietly.

  “What?”

  “But he didn’t say bye to me!” Juliet explodes and then catches herself. “Or Alice.”

  “I don’t know what to say.” Dylan shrugs. “I thought that he had said his goodbyes earlier. I didn’t think he would just leave like that. But he left about an hour ago while you two were still at brunch.”

  I feel tears start to build up in my eyes. Why? Why did he have to do this? I try to blink to make them stop and manage to hold a few back. Juliet gives me a big warm hug. I sob a little into her shoulder.

  “Please don’t ruin my shirt with your wetness,” she jokes.

  “I promise,” I say, even though I’m pretty sure there’s already a clear impression of my wet face on her shirt.

  After that, our goodbyes are short. I can’t wait to get out of there. The naked walls and the forlorn looks make me sick to my stomach. Dylan and Juliet help me downstairs with my bags. I give each of them a brief hug and promise to come back soon. Juliet brings the Hamptons up and again I promise to think about it. Though at this point, I want to put as many miles between New York and me as soon as possible and never look back. I need to get away from here. Maybe then I can forget about everything that has happened.

  I hail a cab. When the cab pulls away from the curb, I finally let all of my tears flow freely down my face. The cab driver looks at me through the mirror and quickly darts his eyes when he sees my tears. Too bad. There’s nothing I can do to stop them. They just keep coming and coming. I finally manage to get a hold of myself somewhere near the Bronx. La Guardia Airport is still a bit away.

  I take a deep breath. It’s okay, I say to myself. If this is what he wanted then this is what it is. I guess I’ll never see him again. At least, not for a really long time. And that’s fine. I got over him before; I’ll get over him again. Thank God I never did kiss him the other night. Otherwise, this would be unbearable.

  And then, as we wait for the light to turn green at one intersection, my sorrow suddenly turns to anger. No, you know what, fuck Tristan. How dare he do this to me? All I said was that I didn’t want a relationship with him again and he just leaves? Without a goodbye? Without even a see ya later? You deserve better than that Alice. A lot better.

  When we finally get to the airport, I get out of the cab with a newfound confidence. My tears have all dried up and I’m forcing myself to look forward to a new chapter in my life. Summer in Southern California. There are worst places to go home to. I’m looking forward to the beach, surfing, drinking too much sangria in some Malibu beachside café, and driving a little too recklessly through the winding Topanga Canyon with the top down. It’s going to be fun. You’ll see.

  After I pay the cab driver, I don’t bother to get a cart and instead choose to struggle with four large bags all by myself. The ticket counter isn’t far; I can see it from here. I don’t need a cart. But then I quickly realize that I do. Otherwise, I have to keep dropping my enormous bags off one by one a few feet away from me and go back for the others. I can’t very well leave them entirely by themselves as I get in line out of fear of getting one of them confiscated and examined by the airport police.

  As I fumble with my bags during one of these mini-trips on my way to the check-in line, I hear someone say my name.

  “Alice.”

  At first, I think they must be talking to someone else. I’m not expecting to see anyone I know here. So I ignore the voice and keep making little trips for all of my bags.

  “Alice!” the man’s voice says louder. “Alice!”

  When I finally get all of my bags to the place where the check-in line begins, I am covered in sweat and out of breath. I turn toward the direction where the voice is coming from and see…Tristan.

  “Tristan?” I ask cautiously. I am actually so physically and emotionally drained that I don’t quite believe my eyes. I am seeing bright spots all over the place; maybe the Tristan before me is also a figment of my imagination.

  “Alice,” he says again. He’s dressed in a casual pair of jeans, a plain t-shirt, and he’s holding a bouquet of daffodils – my absolute favorite flowers. His hair falls slightly into his eyes and he pushes it out of the way with his free hand.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask.

  “These are for you,” he says. He hands me the daffodils and I can’t help but inhale their sweet scent. They smell of hope and springtime.

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  “Alice, I’ve thought a lot about what you said yesterday. And I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re wrong.”

  “I’m wrong?”

  “Yes. That happens sometimes, you know,” he jokes. “Alice, I want you back. I want to be with you. I love you. And love is all we need. What else is there that matters?”

  “But how is that going to work?” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “You’re going home to the Bay Area…”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. I’m not,” he says. He tilts his head, exposing a mischievous smile.

  I stare at him. I have no idea what he means.

  “I’m coming back to LA with you. On the same flight as you,” he says, holding up his ticket as proof.

  I don’t believe
what he says. I look into his eyes. It feels like minutes pass before anyone speaks again. He gives in first.

  “I’m going to live in my parents’ old house in Calabasas.”

  He lived in that house since he was born until his senior year in high school when his parents moved to the Bay Area. It’s only fifteen minutes away from my parents’ house. It’s a place where we made a million memories. It’s a place that I will always associate with being his home.

  “I thought they had sold it,” I say slowly.

  “No, they just rented it out. They owned it for so long that they barely had a mortgage on it. And you know Calabasas, the prices went through the roof. They’re getting a ton of money for it in rent.”

  I don’t know why he’s telling me all of these details when all I care about is why he’s going back to the LA area.

  “Anyway.” Tristan catches himself babbling. “You don’t care about any of that. The only thing that’s important is that the renters just moved out and they were going to put it back on the market, but I asked them if I could stay there for the summer.”

  “So, you’re coming back home?” I ask. The word “home” feels both strange and familiar in my mouth. I don’t mean to say it, but Tristan just smiles at me and gives me a wink.

  “Yes, I’m coming back home.”

  He comes a few steps closer to me.

  “That way you don’t have to worry about us being apart this summer, Alice. I want to be with you and I want to spend the summer with you. I love you.”

  I inhale slowly. For some reason, tears start to well up in my eyes.

  “I thought that you had left without saying goodbye,” I whisper. “I was so mad at you.”

  One lonely tear rolls down my cheek. Tristan takes me into his arms. He wipes my cheek with his thumb. His touch sends a warm sensation throughout my body.

  “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m such a jerk.”

  “You are,” I say. “But I am, too.”

  Slowly, he bends his neck forward. Our lips are so close together that our breaths intertwine. He smells of mint and lavender.