I turned on my gaming console and cued up Dark Flag. Before long, I was running alongside the Black Fields. One of the perks of my breakup, I decided, was that it did not matter if I hoped to see Owen in the game. Light Slayer was single and so was I.
My thoughts skittered off nervously and so did my avatar. Was Trent right? Had I been cheating on him emotionally with Owen? I depended on Owen for good advice, a shoulder to cry on, and ways to cheer me up. It seemed like my actual boyfriend had been more jealous of my crush on Owen than I was over his suddenly-discovered relationship with John.
No, I thought, I was just out for revenge. Trent had hurt me, and the very first thing I could think about was hurting him right back. That seemed to go along with a breakup just as naturally as ice cream. Just because Owen was the first person I thought about did not mean anything out of the ordinary. Neither did the excited pace of my heartbeat as I traversed the Black Fields where Light Slayer had last been seen.
Still, I was more surprised by the appearance of Owen's avatar than I was by the sudden attack. A Black Fields Boa, a nasty creature that was half-person, half-snake, appeared and coiled a paralyzing grip around my sword hand. I struggled to master the kickboxing sequence of commands. Luckily, the other player was also a newbie, so the Boa was still unable to undulate, and I sent a hard kick to his chest.
"Impressive," Light Slayer said.
I ignored the soaring feeling and typed, "Thanks. Guess this proves hand-to-hand combat heals a broken heart better than chocolate ice cream."
"Broken heart?" Light Slayer asked.
I heard a few of his clan members express their disappointment when our conversation moved to a private chat.
"What happened? Are you okay?" Owen asked over chat.
"You would never believe me," I wrote back. "I broke up with Trent today."
"What did he do?" Owen asked.
I smiled. Only Owen would immediately assume that Trent had done something wrong. The immediate proof that Owen was definitely on my side warmed my heart. "I caught him having sex with another man."
There was a long pause before Owen typed, "Screw hand-to-hand combat. You need a drink. Come over."
A hurricane of conflicting thoughts and emotions followed me up the stairs and into the car. No matter what my brain said, my body took me straight over to Owen's apartment.
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p; He opened the door brandishing a bottle of tequila. "Was that a typo or did you actually catch your boyfriend having sex with a guy?"
It was hard not to fall right into Owen's open arms. I had been on the verge of tears for hours, but they just would not come. I knew if I felt the warm circle of his arms around me, I would not be able to hold them back. It was very tempting, but I managed to remind myself I was not out for revenge. Owen's friendship meant more to me than that.
I held up the bottle of red wine I had brought for myself, an unopened bottle from my father's collection that I realized might actually cost close to 100 dollars. "Not a typo. Where's your wine opener?"
He opened his apartment door wide and pointed towards the kitchen. It had been almost four months since I had dropped by his place before Sienna and I drove back to UCLA. The open layout and leather furniture were classic bachelor pad, but it felt comfortable. His roommate had not lived there very long and had barely made a personal mark on the place. Everywhere I looked were little reminders of good times with Owen.
"Is that the rock I made you lug all the way back from Calico Basin because it looks like Yoda?" I asked.
Owen knocked back a shot of tequila. "Yes. But no changing the subject. Trent, cheating, breakup, go." Owen looked a little rough around the edges, and I wondered why he had started drinking without me. It was nice to have a friend so upset on my behalf, but it seemed like more.
I poured a large glass of wine and shrugged. "Now that I think about it, Trent might have just been something to do."
Owen clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from spitting tequila across the kitchen island. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "'Just something to do?' My, my, Ms. Thomas, you are a modern woman."
"I meant between classes and homework," I said before I realized that sounded just as bad. "No. What I mean is that I was only dating him for the distraction. Though, that might just be the hurt and wine talking."
"Drink more, get to what happened today," Owen said. He led me around the kitchen island and over to the leather couch. His big-screen television was still cued up to Dark Flag. Light Slayer was paused surveying the Black Fields. Below, his clan members were running some of the missions he had sent them on. The messages flooded back to him down the left side of the screen. In the upper righthand corner, I could see his list of flagged players open in the corner. I was at the top of the list.
"I introduced him to this cute nursing major in my program," I said. "Oh, God. I remember talking with Trent about how adorable John was that night. Am I just completely oblivious?"
"No. People are in relationships for all kinds of reasons. Just because you did not psychically know he was attracted to this John does not mean anything. It just did not disrupt what you wanted out of your relationship. So, what did?"
"I walked in on the two of them in Trent's dorm room today," I said.
Owen slammed his shot glass down on the coffee table and poured himself another messy shot. "Fucking hell, Quinn. I know how that feels. I'm sorry."
"You know how that feels?"