Losing It Part 39

He was so calm, which made me want to shake him. I wanted to sink my fingers into his shoulder and shove and pull and push.

"Bliss, you're being unprofessional."

"I'm being unprofessional? Oh, that's rich, coming from you!"

"You and I can talk about this later." His hand touched my elbow, and I hated that even angry, his touch made my knees weak. I pulled away.

"I don't want to talk about this later. I just want you to direct. I want you to stay out of my business with Cade. Do you hear me? Do you understand? Stay out of it. That's all I want from you."

Finally, something in his calm expression cracked. His jaw clenched, and for a second he screwed his eyes shut. It didn't feel as good as I thought it would to see him affected. And already I wanted to take it back.

"Fine." He threw his hands up and repeated, "Fine. As a director, both of you need to get your s.h.i.+t together before next rehearsal, unless you'd like us to start looking at your understudies. You're dismissed."

The door slammed on his way out, and I heard the echo again and again in my mind. I was so stupid. This was SO stupid.

I'd almost completely forgotten Cade was there until he said, "Holy s.h.i.+t, Bliss. He's the guy?"

I could have denied it. I could have told him the whole story. I could have run. But I felt too hollowed out to move. I slumped onto my knees, wrapping my arms around my middle like that would somehow hold me together, like if I held hard enough, the pain wouldn't creep in.

But it did.

And the empty s.p.a.ces in me were suddenly full of the words I regretted and the shame I felt and the absence of him. There was nothing more to do, but cry.

It streamed from me slow and steady, rising like the tide, was.h.i.+ng away everything I'd loved about our time together.

A hand touched my shoulder, and I spun around, hoping.

It was Cade.

Slow and unsure, he knelt beside me and took me in his arms. I hesitated for a moment, knowing how he felt, knowing how hard this must be for him, knowing that as usual he was too good to me.

Then I couldn't resist any more. I was already selfish, what was the harm?

I burrowed into his arms, and let go. It was the ugly cry of all ugly cries, but I didn't care. Because my capacity to ruin good things knew no bounds.

"It's okay," Cade told me. "It wasn't that bad."

"Wasn't that bad?" I rubbed at my eyes, and my hands came back smeared black. "Maybe in comparison to the holocaust. But as break ups go, I think it was pretty bad."

He stiffened. "You guys were together? Like really together?"

"For a couple weeks, technically, before I ruined it." G.o.d, no wonder I was a virgin. I must have broken a whole world of mirrors in a past life.

Against all odds, he had actually liked me. Despite the fact that I ran out on him during s.e.x with a terrible excuse. Despite the fact that I still wouldn't sleep with him. Despite how horrendously f.u.c.king awkward I was. He liked me. I sobbed again, because it wasn't fair.

"You like him a lot, don't you?"

Struggling for breath, I nodded. "I do. I know it's crazy. I know it's stupid. But, but... we met before he was our professor, and I can't just turn it off. I tried. We tried. I guess I'll have to turn it off now."

Cade rocked me back and forth, and even though it was nice, it made me feel young and immature. Unprofessional, just like Garrick had said.

"He'll forgive you," Cade said. "I would."

I wanted to ask if that meant Cade forgave me now, but I was too afraid. So I stayed in his arms, crying and quiet, just in case this was only a temporary reprieve, in case this was all I would get.

By the time we left the studio, rehearsal was over, and everyone else had left. He walked me out to my car, and I started to hope... to hope that maybe we'd be okay. He didn't kiss me on the cheek like he would have before. He rested a hand on my shoulder. And though it was different, it was enough.

"It will be okay," He said. And I hoped he was talking about everything... about us, about Garrick, about life.

I needed everything to be okay.

Chapter Twenty- Two

I thought about going to his place as soon as I got home, but truth be told I was afraid. And it was so much easier just to feel sorry for myself. I had a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream in my freezer on hold for just such occasions. It would have been nice to share it with Kelsey, but I couldn't afford to share my secret with another person, and I wasn't selfish enough to make Cade witness any more of my pity party. He promised he wouldn't tell anyone, and I believed him.

I sat on one end of my couch, eyeing Hamlet spread out on the other end. I wondered if she might comfort me. She had been nice to me only once at another sad moment, so maybe I had a chance. I reached for her, and received not just her usual growl, but a hiss too.

She was clearly on Garrick's side.

I thought about going to him a thousand times, maybe a thousand and one. But I had to face it-he had been out of my league from the very beginning. He would have gotten tired of me eventually, once the forbidden factor wore off. And I can't even begin to contemplate what might have happened if we'd been caught. Even the thought of it brought adrenaline rus.h.i.+ng through me, like when he'd kissed me in the lab for anyone to see. Maybe I was doing myself a favor, severing the ties now. I mean, it sucked times seven billion, but it would have been worse after more time.

In my dim, quiet apartment in my ice cream induced haze, I could admit that I had been falling for him. Our oh-so-brief relations.h.i.+p had been like spending a day in sunlight when you've lived your whole life underground (my former self being the mole man in this story). Maybe that was all we got when it came to relations.h.i.+ps like that-flashes of sunlight. Maybe it was too bright to be sustained for any extended period of time. Maybe I should be thankful.

I didn't feel thankful. I felt miserable (and full of ice cream).

We were in the lab again Wednesday, and he never came within three feet of my works.p.a.ce. At rehearsal that night, he sat in the top row taking notes, and never said a word.

Thursday and Friday were the same. Though the acting in rehearsals had improved now that Cade and I had patched things up (sort of). We weren't quite friends again. I didn't see us hanging out alone any time in the future, but we could talk without any major disasters, and both of our minds had cleared enough to focus on the play.

I returned to my mole man state on the weekend, never leaving my apartment, showering only when absolutely necessary. Any other weekend, Kelsey might have forced me into an outing, but she was still a little ticked about my att.i.tude at the club.

So, I was pretty much alone.

I had no one, but Hamlet. Who hated me with the fire of a thousand suns.

I pa.s.sed an entire week in a state of loneliness before I had the nerve to do anything about it.

I dropped by during his office hours, too afraid to confront him at home or after cla.s.s. When I approached the door, he was on the phone.

"I know," He was nodding, smiling. "I know. I'll be home before you know it. What is it, just three more months?"

I froze. I plastered myself to the wall outside his door, and my lungs seemed empty no matter how many breaths I took.