exit from his car.
As soon as I picked up, she didn’t even give me the chance to have the first word.
“Oh, good! You’re alive. I was wondering since I have yet to hear from you about your date last night!” She spoke energetically.
“Well, I’m pretty sure that was the first and last time we will go out.”
“Why? Please don’t tell me you did anything stupid or ruined it because you weren’t open to it. You know what? Just tell me later. Want to grab a drink before the game?”
“That sounds good. What time should we meet?”
“Well, we have to be there by five. The game’s at six today. I was thinking maybe 3?”
“Perfect. I’ll see you then.”
Having a drink before the game may calm me down before walking into the arena. I wasn’t prepared to see Christian. I didn’t want to get to know him anymore. Last night probably could have gone better if I had been more positive about it. A part of me really wanted this, but I knew that it wasn’t realistic. What would be the point?
*
“Okay, fine. I won’t tell you anymore.” I sat there angrily staring at Emily.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Go on,” Emily apologized. As much as she wanted me to have a boyfriend, she also loved to mock my love life.
“All he did was talk about himself. Once basketball was brought up, forget it. Want to know what pissed me off the most? He brought up how he's never seen me before. We had a class together for an entire semester! The class only had twenty kids in it. I’ve passed him so many times on campus before. So how hasn't he seen me? How didn’t recognize me?”
“Oh my God, I would be pissed too. Did he really say that?” Emily put her glass down.
“Yes! He really he did.”
“Well, I think you should give the guy another chance. You might be overreacting just a tad. I don't remember half of the people I've had classes with. Has he texted you yet today?” I could tell she was trying to rationalize with me since I was clearly just making up excuses.
“Another chance? Why? So I will get hurt? I don't think he's my type. But to answer your question, yeah, he did. But I didn't respond, and I don't plan on it.” I sulked in my seat and drowned my throat with a huge gulp of beer.
“Zoe, Zoe, Zoe.” Emily stared at me.
“What?” I put my glass down and stared back.
“You don't know if he's good for you yet. You haven’t really given him a chance. I think you should go for it. I think this will be a good thing. You need a guy in your life.”
“No.”
Emily looked did a quick turn around in her seat. “But it’s been years since you’ve had sex.”
“What the hell? Say it loud enough so the whole bar can hear it.”
“What? It's true! You haven't since freshman year, and that was, like, drunk sex.”
“I haven't wanted to. I don't want a guy in my life, and I certainly don’t need sex to be happy.”
“Well, it doesn't hurt to just have casual sex every once in a while,” Emily suggested.
“I really don't think that this is going to work out. I have the entire universe voting against me. I don’t know. I really don’t. What about Gabe?”
“Gabe will be fine! You know how he looks up to him. Just imagine how happy he will be when you tell him! Imagine his reaction when he meets him.”
“Which is exactly why I can't if it doesn't work out.”
“You don't know it won't yet. Can I see the text he sent you?”
“Why?”
“Just let me see it,” Emily demanded.
I opened up the text and looked at it once more before handing it to her.
“Okay. Done.” She responded shortly after looking at my phone. I was a little bit tipsy, and I didn’t think before I handed it to her.
“What’s done? What! No, you didn't!” I shrieked louder than expected. She slid my phone across the table, and I read the words on the screen. She’d replied to Christian's text for me.
“Why did you do that?”
“You needed a little push. Trust me; this is going to work. You need to
As soon as I picked up, she didn’t even give me the chance to have the first word.
“Oh, good! You’re alive. I was wondering since I have yet to hear from you about your date last night!” She spoke energetically.
“Well, I’m pretty sure that was the first and last time we will go out.”
“Why? Please don’t tell me you did anything stupid or ruined it because you weren’t open to it. You know what? Just tell me later. Want to grab a drink before the game?”
“That sounds good. What time should we meet?”
“Well, we have to be there by five. The game’s at six today. I was thinking maybe 3?”
“Perfect. I’ll see you then.”
Having a drink before the game may calm me down before walking into the arena. I wasn’t prepared to see Christian. I didn’t want to get to know him anymore. Last night probably could have gone better if I had been more positive about it. A part of me really wanted this, but I knew that it wasn’t realistic. What would be the point?
*
“Okay, fine. I won’t tell you anymore.” I sat there angrily staring at Emily.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Go on,” Emily apologized. As much as she wanted me to have a boyfriend, she also loved to mock my love life.
“All he did was talk about himself. Once basketball was brought up, forget it. Want to know what pissed me off the most? He brought up how he's never seen me before. We had a class together for an entire semester! The class only had twenty kids in it. I’ve passed him so many times on campus before. So how hasn't he seen me? How didn’t recognize me?”
“Oh my God, I would be pissed too. Did he really say that?” Emily put her glass down.
“Yes! He really he did.”
“Well, I think you should give the guy another chance. You might be overreacting just a tad. I don't remember half of the people I've had classes with. Has he texted you yet today?” I could tell she was trying to rationalize with me since I was clearly just making up excuses.
“Another chance? Why? So I will get hurt? I don't think he's my type. But to answer your question, yeah, he did. But I didn't respond, and I don't plan on it.” I sulked in my seat and drowned my throat with a huge gulp of beer.
“Zoe, Zoe, Zoe.” Emily stared at me.
“What?” I put my glass down and stared back.
“You don't know if he's good for you yet. You haven’t really given him a chance. I think you should go for it. I think this will be a good thing. You need a guy in your life.”
“No.”
Emily looked did a quick turn around in her seat. “But it’s been years since you’ve had sex.”
“What the hell? Say it loud enough so the whole bar can hear it.”
“What? It's true! You haven't since freshman year, and that was, like, drunk sex.”
“I haven't wanted to. I don't want a guy in my life, and I certainly don’t need sex to be happy.”
“Well, it doesn't hurt to just have casual sex every once in a while,” Emily suggested.
“I really don't think that this is going to work out. I have the entire universe voting against me. I don’t know. I really don’t. What about Gabe?”
“Gabe will be fine! You know how he looks up to him. Just imagine how happy he will be when you tell him! Imagine his reaction when he meets him.”
“Which is exactly why I can't if it doesn't work out.”
“You don't know it won't yet. Can I see the text he sent you?”
“Why?”
“Just let me see it,” Emily demanded.
I opened up the text and looked at it once more before handing it to her.
“Okay. Done.” She responded shortly after looking at my phone. I was a little bit tipsy, and I didn’t think before I handed it to her.
“What’s done? What! No, you didn't!” I shrieked louder than expected. She slid my phone across the table, and I read the words on the screen. She’d replied to Christian's text for me.
“Why did you do that?”
“You needed a little push. Trust me; this is going to work. You need to
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