cold shoulder
opps. have i just pissed off claire? i hope not. it wasn’t my fault! she set me up, dammit! this is what happened..
i saw jack and claire in the computer room earlier on today when i was reading machiavelli (the summary, of course). they were laughing and being all couplely (it was very cute), then jack logged into his own computer. i was still feeling shit from this bug i’ve got, so i sent this:
me: i see you! come over here and give me sympathy!
and he got the mail and came over.
but just a few minutes ago, i was on the internet and they both came in again to book their train tickets down to london. claire came and sat next to me and jack disappeared, so i assumed he’d logged in somewhere else. then she said to me ‘jack’s sent you an e-mail.’ then, sure enough, an e-mail from jack appears:
jack: you are one sexy mamma !!!!! I am so very jelous of [boyfriend’s name] and i wish i was as lucky as he is to have you !!! all my love and hugs as always jack xxxxxxxx
and i replied:
me: i know! i’m so sexy with my bunged up nose, gravelly voice and spotty, washed out complexion! how can you resist me? i know you want to drag me home and have me there and then. don’t think I haven’t noticed.
i heard laughing, and then thought ‘oh fuck.’ turns out claire had written it! she thought my reply was funny, but there’s no way i would’ve written that reply if i’d known she’s written it! the thing is, she’d adopted jack’s writing style (too many exclamations, a bit backward) so it was obvious that i’d give a reply as if i was genuinely thought it was going to jack.
what was she trying to do, test me? reply saying ‘ooh yes jack, i love you too..’ but alas, i knew my reply was the wrong one, and although we exchanged a few more fake e-mails, i felt like i was getting the cold shoulder from her a bit. honestly, you can’t even talk to jack now without feeling an atmosphere if she’s there. but i hope i haven’t upset her.
so much for my cheery mood everyone! i’m sorry. but i’m feeling even worse now. i need to spend some quality time with my bed. night night x
You should have just put “Last night was the greatest, can’t wait to do it again!” That would have been good.
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Awww, she’ll get over it. It’s her own fault for pretending to be someone else. You don’t need to feel embarrassed.
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