Back when I was hopelessly in love with Eileen, I hadn't just groveled for her. I'd groveled for her entire circle. Marcus was the multi-talented one, the one I could never measure up to. My only hope had been these women, convincing them to say something kind about me in front of Eileen.
I'd memorized all of Eileen's hobbies.
I'd memorized all of their hobbies too.
Every year I sent lavish gifts, practically bribing them to help me leave a good impression.
Looking back now, I genuinely couldn't fathom the person I used to be.
I simply hadn't known any better.
"Look, Eileen's engaged now. You never had a shot. You just can't compete with your little brother for her affection. That's a fact." She paused. "But it's not completely hopeless."
One of the women leaned in close. The reek of cheap perfume and alcohol spread through my nostrils.
"You let us girls break you in for one night, and we'll put in a good word. Get you a spot in Eileen's bed down the line. How's that sound?"
I tried to pull away.
Fingers clamped around my jaw. "Don't be shy. We'll keep it our little secret."
"Oh? Eileen?"
Someone spotted Eileen passing by.
"Eileen!" I stood up, but the women clung to me, holding me in place.