Jackpot!

"It's time, give me the cloak and the bag." Elise demands. I comply, handing over my former costume and it's container, mask on, wig on, phony posh accent practised. This is fucking stupid.

Shit, I shouldn't be this nervous, it isn't helping with the fact I've got a fuck tonne of cloth on my chest. When films do the whole disguise thing they neglect to mention the boob sweat or the fact that I'm constantly checking to see if I've got a camel toe. Scarlet looked like she was going to fall apart and she's got the easy job.

Elise just nods and smiles as she exits, which makes me more nervous, she's way too cool about this. I'm not certain what made this room so perfect, feels like a closet would do, even if that is a tad ironic. It's some kind of bedroom, but definitely not Jenny's or that teacher's... Am I disturbing someone's room?

The door swings open again and my heart skips a beat as I see her. She must see right through this disguise, right? There's no way that this slap-dash attempt at-

"Scarlet said you wanted to talk to me?" Trish asks quietly, a look of concern on her face as she shuts the door behind her. Suddenly something I didn't expect happens. I freeze. I have so many words planned, so many things I want to say, so much I want to talk to her about... And yet... I can't. I stand there in silence, unable to respond to the simple question. Fuck! Come on! Snap out of it! "Look, I know what it's about" Trish sighs, sitting down on the bed.. "We talked about it, I don't care, okay? We weren't together yet and I was still sleeping around too... it doesn't matter to me."

That little bitch.

She told.

I warned her, Trish isn't to know, no wonder she's been avoiding me, she knows I fucked Skye. And somehow, that isn't the thing that's making my blood boil. No. The thing that's really pissing me off is her reaction. She doesn't care? It doesn't matter? It's not like I want her to hate us, but... Feel something! Show some sort of response! Don't I mean anything here? Don't I mean anything to you?

"You really don't care that I slept with Rouge?" I ask in my best Skye impression. I don't know why, maybe part of me thinks it's an act she's putting on, and really she's deeply upset about it. Either way-

"Rouge?" Trish responds. "It was Rouge? You slept with Rouge?" She continues, in a tone I haven't heard from her since we almost got caught at the Free Ride... She's angry now. She didn't know it was me? Shit, Skye only told her she'd lost her virginity, she didn't say it was me. Fuck, I've let a major cat out of the bag. More like a tiger or a leopard or something out of the bag. "How fucking dare you?" Trish continues, standing up again and approaching me. "Of all people, you sleep with Rouge? Why? Why her? My best friend, the first person I slept with, the girl I couldn't get out of my head for months, and you knew that! Why?"

"Why do you care now that it's her? Surely it's a person either way?" I answer quickly. I need her to say it. I know the answer... I hope I know the answer...

"Because! She's..." Trish begins before halting as she gets close to me. Come on. Say it. Say that it's because you want to be with me. "Who are you?" She asks.

What?

There's no way.

How would she have figured it out? We planned everything.

My shock seems to be obvious. "Your scent, you don't smell like Skye's perfume." Trish explains. The jig's up I guess. No hiding now. Damn it, how didn't we think about that? I guess no normal person would ever notice it... Trish would though. Of course she would. With a sigh I remove my wig and take off my mask, revealing my face to an aghast Trish. "You... What are... Why would..." She stammers. Yeah, this plan always was crazy, wasn't it?

"I'm sorry, I needed to find out... I needed to know how you felt." I try to give an explanation, but tears are already welling up in her eyes.

"It just wasn't enough was it? You had to take Skye from me too? Why? Why can't I just be happy for a change? What did I do to you to make you hate me? Why do you hurt me so much?" Trish sobs. I don't have a response. I don't hate you. I want you to be happy... I want to make you happy. I just... I can't speak. I'm frozen again. She raises her hand and, for a moment, I think she's going to slap me... But the blow never comes, instead her hand falls back to her side as she continues to weep. "Is it because you know I could never fight back? I could never try to hurt you?"

Too many words, so many feelings. I want to grab her and hold her and tell her that's not true. This isn't a game, that I'm bi, that I want to be with her, that I've been suffering just as much... But my lips just tremble and no noise escapes them. Trish has had enough. She marches to the door and tugs at the handle...

And again...

And again?

"For fuck's sake, unlock this door!" Trish turns to me and demands, her tone a mix of fury and agony. What? This isn't me. This isn't the plan. My trap failed, what's happening?

My question is answered as Trish's phone begins to ring. She immediately answers. "Elise, hey, I'm stuck in a room, it looks like the door's locked, can you... Why? okay, just a second." Her words are followed by her pressing the speaker button. "It's on speaker, now can you come and open the door?"

"Sorry, no. I'm the one who locked it." A French voice replies. What? This wasn't the idea Scarlet told me about. "See, after our chat with you, we realised the plan with Rouge was doomed, once you realised it was her you'd be too hurt to listen. It did help us realise the one thing you're both doing wrong though. You refuse to communicate. You're too full of pride, or fear, or whatever you want to call it."

This explanation finally makes me angry enough to break my stupor. "What the fuck Elise? This wasn't the plan, it's over, it failed, let us out!" I growl at the phone.

"It's like you said, the plan was 50/50. We needed a back-up." Comes another voice... Scarlet's voice. Of course she's in on it with her little wifey. "Look, Elise and I almost made the exact same mistake you're making, and it took you two setting me straight to fix it... So this is us... Setting you straight... Or, well... Poor choice of words, but you get my point. Anyway, we'll let you out after it's all out in the open."

"What if we just sit here in silence?" Trish asks, her crying appears to have subsided with the introduction of our new circumstances.

"Oh, you can, but when we ring again in an hour we're gonna spill both of your secrets for you, so... Better to get it off your chest, no?" Answers Elise.

I'm not sure who I'm more mad at, these two for tricking us, or myself for not expecting this. How the fuck did I get outmanoeuvred by Scarlet? Scarlet! The girl who didn't know it's okay to open your eyes when you're in a changing room! The beep signals that the masterminds were done talking to us. Now it's just us, a bed, and the sound of a party in the distance.

I look at Trish, but she doesn't return my gaze, instead sliding to the floor with her back against the door. Like she's been defeated. I guess in her mind she has been. She's trapped in a small room with the one she hates the most. Sounds like Hell to me. I need to say something. Anything. You have tens of thousands of words in your vocabulary, use some. Any of them. Use words. A sound would do. A squeak. A screech. A whimper. Anything. Unfortunately for me the only words that I can think up make up the sentence I come out with.

"Do you mind if I unstuff my bra? I'm literally sweating my tits off."

Should've stayed silent.