- Let's stop talking and get to work. - says Jane jumping off the bench. - This conversation got too melancholy.
Laughing, I grab the tray and head towards the track. I get distracted while serving a group that studies at UNY and they end up recognizing me. I was laughing with one of the girls when a couple in the middle of the track caught my attention. They were clinging to each other in a way that was only seen in porn films. I frown, hold my breath and follow the couple who hadn't noticed me. My countenance was one of total shock when I saw Aron and Tiffany clinging to each other.
- Brooke? - Jane screamed as she walked past me and pulled the empty tray out of my hands, but I pulled hard to get hers too.
Jane looked in the direction I was going and did nothing to stop me, just ran to the DJ's table and asked to remove the sound. Using the trays as a gong I hit each other, causing Aron to jump scared and Tiffany to scream.
- Have you gone mad? - Aron's scoffing at me and holding his breath. - Brooke? Weren't you going to stay home today?
- That's beautiful. - I say it with disdain. - You mean that was the problem you had to solve?
- Brooke, it's not like that...
Aron begins to say, making me even more nervous.
- If you're gonna say it's nothing I'm thinking about, know I'm not stupid. - I say coldly between my teeth. - How long have you been telling me?
- How long has it been what? - he asks almost choking.
- How long have you been making a fool of me with this wannabe stripper!
He looks at me without action. There's a deadly silence around us and everyone's staring at me. Some people start whispering, others laugh at the situation.
- Say Aron! - Tiffany manifests with her melodious and annoying voice. - I'm here to hear you tell her and get this bullshit over with.
- What are you barking at, you moreless bitch? - I snitch before I go on top of Tiffany, who won't move.
- Stop Brooke! - Aron says, preventing me from grabbing Tiffany's hair. He drives me away while she laughs with her hands on her waist. - Look at the scandal you're promoting!
- Me promoting a scandal? - I say between screams and tears. - Do you hold on to that little club where I work and talk to me about scandal? I'll show you what a real scandal is!
- Brooke, stop! - He says trying to get me further off the track. - That's not what you're thinking. We were just dancing. You know we're childhood friends.
- Stop being a hypocrite and try to justify something without justification. - I'm still screaming. - Just tell me how long you guys have sex, Aron! Put an end to this suffering!
He looks at me with despair and then takes his look around. Snitch hitting his foot on the floor. Aron closes his eyes and sighs by passing his hands over his face.
- Two months! - he answers.
Snarling in anger, I let out a scream and hit him in the face with a punch.
- You idiot! Son of a bitch! - I start walking towards the bar to get some ice and put it in my hand.
- Wait, Brooke! - he says. - Let's talk, doll!
- I have nothing to talk to you about, Aron!
- But we're engaged! - he says.
I stop staring at Aron in anger and pull out the ring he gave me.
- We were! - I mean by throwing the ring at Aron. - It's over, Aron!
- What's that? What's that? - he screams indignantly. - You can't break up with me! Nobody breaks up with me!
- It's very arrogant of you to think that way, but there's always a first time. - I say it with disdain.
Tiffany has been approaching with her evil little smile.
- Forget her, Aron! You know damn well why you came looking for me. - says Tiffany. - She's frigid, remember? I'm much better in bed than Brooke, and nothing can get over it.
- What did you say? - I ask between my teeth.
- Brooke, at this point she's right! - he says. - It was your fault that I went looking for Tiffany. You haven't fucked me in months and today you were rubbing with that asshole Taylor. I'm sorry, but you asked for it!
I'm stunned that he's using gossip to justify himself. For the last two months, Aron had been avoiding me and now I knew the reason. He was sleeping with Tiffany. It became very clear that the nightclub problems were excuses for him to meet that bitch. With a smile of disdain, I approach Aron and hit another punch in his chin. He fell to the ground this time and Tiffany runs to help him. I'm starting to laugh nervously.
- I wasn't holding on to that asshole Ryder and even if I was, under the circumstances, you wouldn't have a reason to complain. - I answer with even more anger. - pointing to him and then to Tiffany, I keep going. - You know what? You know what? You're selfish, you idiot and you're a whore, jealous!
Looking around, she grabs a glass full of gin and tonic and plays in Tiffany. She's staring in amazement.
- You crazy bitch! - she screams shaking her arms trying to dry the viscous liquids.
