Somebody That I Used to Know

My phone's buzzing again. I've given up having the volume on; instead it's on vibrate so I didn't have to keep hearing the ear piercing ring. My phone's lying on my bed; I look down and see the image of a set of pearly white teeth flashing as the phone rings. What a surprise it's him again.

"Anyone interesting?" Tate asks from the window indicating the phone.

"No. Nobody interesting. Just..." I pause, thinking about him back in Boston, then the song on the radio changes and I smirk, "Just somebody I used to know." I grin at him; he looks at the radio and snorts a little laugh. I ignore the phone buzzing and go back to my book.

Tate is perched on the window ledge looking out at the world as people walk down on the street. I peek up at him through the hair that's fallen down over my shoulder. From my spot on my bed I can see him perfectly. His dirty blonde hair is its usual mess, little curls at the ends. He's clad in a t-shirt and jeans, no sweater today it's annoyingly warm and I'm getting uncomfortable in my layers. His one leg hanging down from the window ledge swinging aimlessly as he hums along to the music coming from my speakers.

But you didn't have to cut me off

Make out like it never happened

And that we were nothing

"This song's weirdly...cheery?" Tate scrunches his nose up as he says it.

"A song about breaking up with someone and then ignoring them, or more like pretending they didn't exist, is cheery?" I frown at him.

"Well maybe more...not totally depressing and wrist slitting inducing, which you'd think it would be due to the subject matter." He looks at me from the window a smile in his eyes.

Apart from: good song/crap song, I don't know much about music. But I get that he means the tune and backing track not the words.

"You ever done that to someone?" Tate asks.

"Done what?" I look up at Tate.

"Broken up with someone then totally ignored them?" He looks at me expectantly. "I have. Well we weren't really dating as such so we never really broke up, but..." He looks out the window as he trails off.

"Who was she?" Good idea Violet shift the focus.

"Just some girl."

"From school?"

"No, met her somewhere else."

"Oh. Where?" Tate turns to look at me.

"Clever. But not clever enough. I asked you if you've ever done that to anyone?"

"Maybe."

"When?"

"When I left Boston."

"What did you tell him?"

"I didn't. The plane to LAX left early in the morning."

"Ouch." He smiles and turns back to the window.

My phone buzzes. The same image flashes. I look at it and out of the corner of my eye I see Tate walk over to my bed and pick it up.

"Hello?" He's talking into the phone and I'm staring wide eyed up at him. "No. Who's this?" His voice is even like he's answering his own phone and not talking to someone I dated, however loosely I can use the term.

"Don't!" I reach up to take the phone from Tate's hand but he moves just out of my reach and I slump back down onto the bed, staring up at him.

"Andrew. And how can I help you Andrew?" He's so polite maybe he should consider a customer service career. Except its fake politeness, I know he's up to no good and enjoying it. "You'd like to talk to Violet, just one moment please." He moves to put his free hand over the microphone on the bottom of my phone but stops and pulls it away from his ear a little.

"Violet, there's some guy called Andrew on your phone asking for you." There's a smirk on his face and a glint in his eyes as he speaks, "Do you wanna take my cock out of your mouth and talk to him?"

Tate smiles and hands me my phone back then walks back to his perch on the window ledge.

"Doubt he'll call you again."