Back in her room Jasmine let the tears come. She felt so utterly betrayed. Torn between her feelings of concern for Felicity’s safety and anger that Tim would do this. She thought he was different in some way. The way he had been with her had been different, hadn’t it? She looked at the spare mattress on the floor, which was empty. Felicity was still outside with him. She wanted to tell her to come to bed, but on the other hand she just wanted to be alone. Her head swirled a little from either the tiny amount of pot she had smoked or maybe the quarter bottle of vodka. Jasmine wasn’t sure she wanted to listen to Felicity telling her how his lips felt. She lay on the bed and listened to them talking outside. It was mostly Felicity doing the talking but that stopped after a while and Jasmine looked outside. Felicity was straddling him on the reclining garden chair and kissing him. As though he knew Jasmine was looking, his eyes opened as they kissed and he looked upwards towards Jasmine’s bedroom window, eyes locked on Jasmine just before he closed them again. As if he wanted her to watch, wanted her to see what he was doing. What game was he playing? She pulled the curtains closed and moved her pillow to the other end of the bed so she no longer had to listen. She couldn’t bear the thought of hearing them having sex. Felicity had had sex with two people before, another thing she had over Jasmine. She dreaded speaking to Felicity again, knowing how obsessive she was, knowing she would talk about nothing else, knowing that she would have to pretend she was fine with it.

Over an hour passed before Felicity finally entered the room. She giggled and tripped before flopping on the mattress on the floor. Jasmine pretended to be asleep.

‘Oh my God,’ Felicity said, before squealing into the pillow. Jasmine tried to ignore her, but she pulled on her arm.

‘What is it?’ Jasmine snapped.

‘I think I’m in love.’

‘You met him like eight hours ago. You’re not in love.’

‘He’s such a good kisser.’

Jasmine was glad Felicity couldn’t see her face.

‘Can we go to sleep? I’m tired and my head hurts. Tell me in the morning.’

‘Are you angry with me?’ Felicity said, obvious concern in her voice.

Felicity was many things but she wasn’t mean; sometimes she just didn’t think beyond what was going on in her own head.

‘No, I just feel a bit like I got ditched, that’s all. We were supposed to be hanging out together tonight.’

‘Sorry. I should have thought.’

‘I’m tired, Felicity. I don’t really want to listen to any of your sex stories.’