Never Enough by Ashley Johnson Page B

drew in a deep breath and continued, “Look, there are many women out there, who I'm sure are willing to make you happy and go for walks in the park with you but I'm not that girl." It hurt to lie and I tried even harder to hold the tears back.
    "So that's how you feel? Why didn't you just tell me that from the beginning Macy? I have feelings too. When you gave me your number I thought this was finally it. My shot with you. You've been flirting with me at The Lounge for months now and I decide to finally act on it and you tell me it's a mistake. But tell me how can it be a mistake if you won't give it a chance?" His voice sounded angry and hurt all mixed together.
    Hold on. Did he just say I'd been flirting? Dammit I didn't remember any of it. All the m ore reason to not drink anymore, under no circumstances ever would I actually flirt with him. He had it all wrong. It was always him flirting I know this much. "I flirted with you? I’m sorry you must have me mistaken for someone else, like one of the floozies who throw themselves at you." There is no way I have ever flirted with him. Wrong person Trevor.
    "Yes Macy. Every time your uncle wasn't around or had his back turned you'd bat your eyelashes at me and make sure you always brushed up against me enough to make me want to push you up against the wall and kiss you but I couldn't because of his rule. Do you know how hard that is? Huh? To be turned on like that?"
    Holy shit. I had no idea what to say because I had no idea any of this had been going on. Apparently I was doing this when Halley wasn’t around either because she would have already jumped my ass for it. "I, uh, well you know that's what drinking does to people. It screws with our judgment." The bitch card was played; I laid it out on the table. He was sure to leave now. Except he didn't, he still sat there on the couch, on my couch just staring at me. Why hadn’t he taken a hint and left yet? If our roles had been reversed I know I would have gotten up and practically ran out the door. No way would I sit there humilitated.
    He stared at me with the biggest puppy dog eyes. I was hurting him , I knew it and it was written all over his face. "You should probably leave Trevor."
    "Macy, no. Talk to me. You were fine earlier and then all of a sudden you just turned. I just don't understand. You think I wasn't listening when you sang last night? You never sing songs like that. I'm a lot of things Macy Young, but I'm no fool." He was right. I never sang sappy love songs. Those were usually reserved for the drunks, and they always seemed to butcher them into a million pieces. It was something most people tended to cover their ears for.
    I so badly wanted to ask him if he listened to the song, why didn’t he come up to me after I sang it. He claims to know exactly what I was singing about but he didn’t act on it. He walked away. I took a deep breath, got up and walked towards the front door, opened it and looked at him with cold, hateful eyes. "Please go."
    He slowly peeled himself off our tan couch and walked up to me. He tried to touch my arm and I turned away from him. My eyes refused to meet with his; no matter how hard he tried, I couldn't bring myself to see what I was doing to him. And if I met his eyes, I may take all this back and give in. His head hung and he walked out the door. The door shut before I could blink and I locked it before I could chase him and beg for forgiveness. I walked to the bathroom, ran the hottest bath and lay there and cried.
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    Halley was banging on the door like she'd lost her mind screaming at me. "MACY!! ARE YOU OK PLEASE SAY SOMETHING, I'VE BEEN TRYING TO CALL YOU!"
    Shit, I'd fallen asleep in the bathtub. She was bound to slap me when I walked out. "Ohmigod Hales, I fell asleep hold on give me a second." I stumbled out the bathtub and threw my robe on. I unlocked the door and there stood Halley rather unamused with Trevor next to her wearing the same look on his face too.