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I’m positioned perfectly so that I can stalk Emily from behind the entire forty-five minutes of class. She has no idea I’m even here. She’s in black yoga pants that stop just below her knees and a work out tank that fits just right. I’m not even within touching distance and I feel that thing I feel whenever I’m around her. That buzz. That something special that is all her. I felt it Saturday night too but I was too drunk, shocked and pissed not to think it was a bad thing. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself and in a shit mood. So I ignored that thing she has about her and that electricity that we share between the two of us. I pushed her away.
Between my spectacular view and my thoughts running circles in my head, I’m shocked when class is suddenly over. I can’t believe I am thinking this but I wish class would never end. When the lights come on and the stark reality that she is about to leave me again sets in. I panic!
Fuck! I can’t let her go again!
I see her get off her bike and she, Cami and their friend head over to Gabby. While they chat she’s standing on one foot while holding her other up behind her to stretch the front of her thighs. While she switches to the other leg she still has no idea I’m here but Gabby does. I love her for letting me handle this on my own and not letting Emily know I’m standing mere feet behind her. Emily starts to head out the door and Gabby gets my attention motioning with her head that I should follow. What she’s really saying is ‘Hey dumbass! Here’s your chance to say you’re sorry for being a total tool on Saturday night,’ and I hear you loud and clear, Gabs. It’s time to go get the girl. Or at least time to go grovel to the girl and hope she gives me the time of day because the truth is I don’t hate her. How could I? She’s my Gracie.
May the luck of the Irish be with me today.
It took a couple of minutes to make my way through the sea of people and bikes and walk up to Gabby to get the look of confidence I needed from her. That look of support that silently told me that I could do this. I love that girl. Devon really is a lucky man.
When I finally make it to the doors to the parking lot, I see her saying goodbye to Cami and their friend and decide to wait until they’re gone to avoid an audience.
As soon as Cami starts to back out I see Emily head towards her Jetta. The same Jetta she was driving five years ago. That means her car must be at least ten years old. The part of me that will always want to take care of her instantly starts to wonder if she’s been getting the routine maintenance done on the car and if it’s in need of an oil change. I can’t help but worry that she isn’t as safe as she could be.
Shit, am I going to stand here and wonder about the maintenance record of her car or grow a pair and approach her? I guess I better grow a pair…here goes nothing.
“Emily!” I shout across the lot just as she reaches out to open the car door.
She spins around and is shocked to see me. She instantly pulls on her ponytail to tighten it like she does when she’s gearing up for something. That blush of hers that I love so much starts from her chest and goes right up to that perfect face of hers. She instantly takes two steps toward me and away from the car, but not in a run to jump in my arms way. More like a stay away from my property way. What the hell?
I catch up to her and breathlessly say, “Hi.”
Between class, chasing after her and nerves I can barely breathe.
“Hi, Jonathan,” she says with no affection in her tone.
“I saw you in spin class and thought I would try to catch you before you left.”
“Well, it looks like you caught me.”
Wow, it’s cold out here in this August sun. I must have been an even bigger asshole than I remember last Saturday. She isn’t being all warm and fuzzy, but she’s talking to me. I’ll take what I can get.
“Em, I just wanted to say that I am so sorry for being such a colossal jerk last Saturday night. I was shocked to see you and I had had a couple of drinks and wasn’t really myself i So, like I said, I wanted to say I was sorry.”
She takes a moment to think of her next words.
“Jonathan, I’m sure I probably deserve much worse than what happened Saturday night after the way I left things back in San Clemente. So, your apology is more than accepted.”
I feel the breath I was holding rush from my chest.
Oh, thank you, baby Jesus! She forgives you. Now ask her out or something you ass-hat!
“So, I was thinking that maybe we could meet for coffee or something. Not a date or anything. Just to catch up?”
Please say yes! Please say yes! I silently pray to whatever God will hear my plea.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, but thank you for the offer.”
Shit!
Fucking Alex!
“Are you with somebody?”
Please say no! Please say no! I once again beg the Gods above.
“No.”
