I'm Here to Fix You - Broken Souls Series #2

I didn't see that coming

CHAPTER 20 - I DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING

SIX MONTHS LATER – CHRISTMAS' EVE

"Why am I doing this, again?" I grumbled for the fifth time.

Serene rolled her eyes, but still gleefully waltzed from one window to the other. Sure, she could waltz. I was the mule carrying all of her packages. Says she ought to get a Christmas gift for all of her classmates, it's a "tradition" at Julliard. 27 people. 27 gifts. Plus those for her friends outside school. Unfortunately for me my sister is a social butterfly.

"Come on, Jakey, don't be such a Grinch." Serene teased as she fled to take a look at the window of a shoe shop.

I sighed, resigned to my penance. I hate Christmas, in case you were wondering. It's not much about the past, it's more like ... I just can't stand all the gleeful nonsense every year. I hate more Thanksgiving, though. It's a pretty useless feast if you ask me. Good thing in my family we don't celebrate any of them. Except this year. Serene has decided this year Christmas exists for the Watsons too.

She's forced me and uncle Keith to have dinner together. All three of us at the same table, celebrating Christmas. I can already prefigure the catastrophe. But then again, I'm a sucker for my sister's pout, so ... it doesn't really take her much to convince me to do anything for her, and uncle Keith is the same. Besides, I leave Boston quite gladly these days.

I'm not going to pine over my lost love, don't worry. It's fine. I pushed her into his arms, it's only fair they're living their story. I suppose that now that he's moved to Boston things are even easier for them, no doubt. To be honest, I'm not sure just how much I can respect a man that would give up everything for a woman, but ... truth be told, I'd probably do the very same for her.

So, Ryan lives in Boston now. The love birds are as happy as can be, but thank heavens I don't see them. Silvia and I have ... well, broken off every kind of contact. She still works for me, but we're never face to face, we communicate solely via email, and I dodge every single gathering that would entail me being in the same room with her. I've quit hanging out with Tess for that exact reason, just not to force her to choose between me and her best friend.

Tess and Trey have been on and off for three months, then she finally ditched his sorry ass, now he's trying to convince her to give him another chance. Paul is seeing some chick from his hometown. Fitz, he's seeing someone, I'm pretty sure, but he won't tell. As for Serene, she says she'll introduce me to her boyfriend on Christmas' Eve, but I had to swear not to touch a single hair on his head. She said she'll cuff me if necessary. I wonder why all the precautions ... is it somebody I'll never allow her to date?

As for me, I ... well, I'm me. A bee fertilizing flowers, as Tess says. I won't deny it, I've had quite a lot to do, catching up with the numbers I did in my teenage years and early 20s. I worked out, so to speak. I'm not proud of some choices, though. For instance, having sex with Hillary was a huge, huge mistake, but ... in my defense, I was drunk, she brought a friend ... what douche would refuse a threesome?

And maybe I've repeated it, but ... not for her, I swear. It's just that she tackled my weak spot sexually speaking. She keeps bringing new girls, and it's kinda hard to say no to that. We haven't gone past the fourth time, nor will we, I promise.

Seeing as my sister always takes age when shoe shopping, I decided to wait outside. I sat by the bench opposite to the boutique, all her bags scattered around me, and I took out my phone. Predictably, there were tons of messages from women. I'm a pretty requested booty call, you know. It's not much gentleman-like, but when you're like me, you don't need to call, they do.

All these messages at 10 am in the morning are nothing, you should see the ones I start receiving by midnight. One would think, men get the reputation for being so obsessed with sex, yet I can give you at least 10 names of women that would drop everything they're doing to have sex. With me, that is. Perks of being me.