Destination Chile. Katy Colins

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СКАЧАТЬ not Facebook stalking, we are,’ Marie said, with her eyes alight at the prospect of some real-life gossip that wasn’t baby related. ‘Okay, name?’

      They weren’t letting this go. They’d even paused an old episode of Sex and the City that had been on in the background to focus on the task in hand.

      I sighed and closed my eyes, thinking. He’d only mentioned heading out in a passing comment, giving it as much thought as it probably deserved. But apparently, according to these two, these were things I was meant to get all psycho, bunny boiler on his ass about. This whole playing games thing was not something I was interested in; having a relationship and everything that comes with it in discovering each other’s boundaries was hard enough at times, let alone adding in this sort of crap.

      ‘You weren’t even a teensy bit intrigued to know more?’ Shelley pushed.

      ‘I honestly didn’t give it much thought. He mentioned it as we were both in-between speaking with clients, so I didn’t sit and analyse what he meant, no.’

      ‘I would have found out the girl’s bra size by the time he’d finished speaking,’ Marie said, without a hint of humour.

      Maybe I should be more concerned, I began to think. Looking at their faces it seemed I should be taking this more seriously.

      ‘I don’t want to worry you or anything, but you did say that he’d been even quieter than usual recently,’ Marie piped up.

      Damn, why did she have to have such an elephant memory? That was true, but I’d just put it down to him sulking over not being able to use a tape measure correctly or even that he had been silently plotting my elaborate proposal. Now I was worried.

      ‘Alice something,’ I said, suddenly remembering that when he had told me I’d thought it sounded like a pretty name.

      ‘Right, I’m on it,’ Shelley cried, automatically knowing my phone code and heading to the Facebook app, as Marie bit her bottom lip and rubbed her belly.

      ‘This is silly though, I mean, yeah he’s been a bit quieter recently –’

      ‘And you’ve been fighting about whether to open a London office or not,’ Marie called out.

      ‘Well, no, we haven’t been fighting.’ I turned to face her. ‘It’s just been a slight sticking point, that’s all, but it doesn’t mean he’s off having sex with old friends –’

      ‘Found her!’ Shelley grinned, forgetting that she wasn’t playing some TV quiz show but was actually digging up dirt on my own life. ‘Ah. Shit.’

      ‘What?’ I asked, craning my neck to see the phone screen. Marie gasped loudly and blocked my view as she leant forward to see what Shelley was pointing at. ‘What?!’

      She slowly passed me my phone. Oh God. Alice was utterly gorgeous.

      ‘Whoa.’ Shelley gasped. ‘Stunner McStunnerson alert.’ She turned and gave me a sympathetic look at the shock on my face at realising that this potential Victoria’s Secret model whose face currently filled my phone screen was the ‘old friend’ my boyfriend was hanging out with. ‘But it’s fine, yes she may be the most attractive woman in the world without a Kardashian surname but you trust Ben, so it’s fine.’

      ‘Is this defo her?’ I asked slowly.

      ‘She’s the only Alice listed as Ben’s friend.’ Shelley winced.

      Alice Sherman was stood leaning against a balcony railing with some exotic beach behind her. She had her head tilted back and what looked like a natural laugh escaping from her plump lips. Her eyes were scrunched up, lost in some joke between her and the photographer and her glossy brown hair was dancing in the breeze around her tanned shoulders. She was flawless and had curves in all the right places that were accentuated by the classy but not slutty peach-coloured chiffon dress she was wearing. She looked like the kind of girl you would take home to your mum but who would also be filth in the bedroom. Great.

      I stared at her profile picture for longer than was necessary, mentally beating myself up as I compared my own body with hers. I already knew which one I’d prefer to be hanging out with if I had a penis.

      ‘Maybe that’s just a really good angle – everyone always puts their best shot as their profile picture.’ Marie tried to look on the positive side.

      ‘Check out her other photo albums!’ Shelley said, as I scrolled my finger across the page. ‘Thank the Lord for people who don’t set their accounts to the highest privacy settings.’

      Alice’s other albums were a collection of tagged images, old holiday shots and nights out with her friends where she looked more natural but still disgustingly gorgeous.

      ‘Yep, she may be the person I would want to swap my face with if I ever had a horrific car crash,’ I admitted. ‘But it still doesn’t mean that anything dodgy is going on with her and Ben.’

      Not wanting to look at any more photos and send my self-esteem plummeting even further, I put my phone on the coffee table. Marie instantly snatched it back up and began scrolling as Shelley topped up my glass and listened to me going on about how much I trusted my boyfriend.

      ‘Wait!’ Marie cried, interrupting me.

      Shelley and I both snapped our heads up in unison to look at her.

      ‘What?’ I asked, feeling a strange tingling rush up my arms as she passed my phone back.

      ‘Alice isn’t just an old friend…’ she paused dramatically ‘…she’s his ex-girlfriend.’

      I waited for the page to upload as fast as I was scrolling down and saw what she’d been looking at. Right at the bottom were a couple of much older albums with a younger, grinning Alice wrapped around a clean-shaven and youthful Ben. My Ben. In other images they were holding hands and kissing as a friend with spiked-up hair did the peace sign as he photobombed the young couple. I felt a funny, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Why was my boyfriend meeting up with his ex, and why hadn’t he told me?

      ‘Oh,’ Shelley said, a tiny bit relieved that her boyfriend was working out with a bunch of gay men rather than reminiscing about old times with this worldie.

      ‘Oh crap!’ I yelped.

      ‘What?’ Marie leant forward and knocked my glass with her tummy, sloshing wine onto my legs.

      ‘I accidently pressed like on the photo of her at an elephant sanctuary!’ I panicked.

      ‘Quick! Click unlike. Click UNLIKE!’ Marie gasped.

      ‘I am,’ I wailed, but the screen had frozen and now I wasn’t sure what I’d done. ‘Oh God, can she see that I liked it?’ I felt woozy at the thought.

      Shelley grabbed my phone off me to check. ‘It’s fine, you haven’t liked it. Well you did, but it isn’t showing now and she’ll only know if she was online right then. But as you’re not friends with her we won’t know for certain. She probably won’t have been though.’

      ‘Probably…’ That didn’t fill me with much confidence. She probably won’t be online as she will СКАЧАТЬ