fifty-shades-of-grey

driguez, though I’m sure neither of them have been found sobbing alone in dark places.Perhaps I just need a good cry.Stop! Stop Now! - My subconscious is metaphorically screaming at me, arms folded,leaning on one leg and tapping her foot in frustration. Get in the car, go home, do yourstudying. Forget about him… Now! And stop all this self-pitying, wallowing crap.I take a deep, steadying breath and stand up. Get it together Steele. I head for Kate’scar, wiping the tears off my face as I do. I will not think of him again. I can just chalk thisincident up to experience and concentrate on my exams.Kate is sitting at the dining table at her laptop when I arrive. Her welcoming smile fadeswhen she sees me.“Ana what’s wrong?”Oh no… not the Katherine Kavanagh Inquisition. I shake my head at her in a back-offnow Kavanagh way – but I might as well be dealing with a blind, deaf mute.“You’ve been crying,” she has an exceptional gift for stating the damned obvioussometimes. “What did that bastard do to you?” she growls, and her face – jeez, she’s scary.“Nothing Kate.” That’s actually the problem. The thought brings a wry smile to myface.“Then why have you been crying? You never cry,” she says, her voice softening. Shestands, her green eyes brimming with concern. She puts her arms around me and hugs me.I need to say something just to get her to back off.“I was nearly knocked over by a cyclist.” It’s the best that I can do, but it distracts hermomentarily from… him.“Jeez Ana – are you okay? Were you hurt?” She holds me at arm’s length and does aquick visual check-up on me.“No. Christian saved me,” I whisper. “But I was quite shaken.”“I’m not surprised. How was coffee? I know you hate coffee.”“I had tea. It was fine, nothing to report really. I don’t know why he asked me.”“He likes you Ana.” She drops her arms.“Not anymore. I won’t be seeing him again.” Yes, I manage to sound matter of fact.“Oh?”Crap. She’s intrigued. I head into the kitchen so that she can’t see my face.“Yeah… he’s a little out of my league Kate,” I say as dryly as I can manage.“What do you mean?”“Oh Kate, it’s obvious.” I whirl round and face her as she stands in the kitchen doorway.“Not to me,” she says. “Okay, he’s got more money than you, but then he has moremoney than most people in America!”“Kate he’s– ” I shrug.“Ana! For heaven’s sake – how many times must I tell you? You’re a total babe,” sheinterrupts me. Oh no. She’s off on this tirade again.“Kate, please. I need to study.” I cut her short. She frowns.“Do you want to see the article? It’s finished. José took some great pictures.”