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"What are you? On your period or something?" he asked.
I sighed and hung up on him. He was the one who had flaked on me and he was wondering why that would make me upset? What a loser. I drained my coffee and paid for it. I texted Tiffany when I got to my car. I had asked her to come to my place after I got back from the date with Sean, but there had been a change of plans.
Sean tried to call me back, and I ignored it. He had gotten way too much of my time today – I didn't want to hear it. In the beginning, he had tried to throw an excuse in here and there about why he couldn't make it when he flaked on dates, but it was like he had given up pretending to cover his ass. I could understand being busy, but the man was not busy unless he was getting paid for playing Mass Effect in his apartment all day. He didn't have a job that I knew of. I knew from the number of times he was absent in class that that wasn't what was eating all his time up, either.
I was less heated by the time I got to my apartment. Tiff had been on campus, so I knew she would probably be there when I got there. We walked into my building minutes after one another and took the elevator together.
"Sorry if this was sudden," I apologized as I unlocked the door.
"I know you're only early because Sean canceled," she said playfully.
"How did you guess?"
"Because I'm pretty sure you've never made plans with him that he actually followed through with," she said. The sad truth. I couldn't even fight her on it because of what had just happened.
"I would have hung out with you anyway," I said defensively. She plopped down onto the couch, and I followed suit. I only had one because the apartment was small, and I didn't need another anyway. It was a one bedroom near campus and I knew that once I didn't have to be near school anymore, I was moving away. Saving money on furniture meant I had more socked away to do everything I hadn't been able to while living here.
"I know that the real question is why you hang out with him."
I shrugged, thinking about it a little. He was a nice... Okay, not nice, but he was an okay guy. He wasn't bad to look at, having brown eyes, sandy hair, and a face that blended hard and soft just right so the result was masculine, but still almost pretty. He was tall, which was always a plus, and lean despite never taking a lot of time to work out... Was that it though? Was that all I could come up with in his defense?
"I like him," I said hollowly.
"You have to be the only other person besides his mother who can make that claim," she quipped. I laughed.
"He isn't that bad once you get to know him," I said.
"Yeah, he's probably worse. Why the hell are you with this guy?"
"I told you, I like him."
"No, I mean really. He always cancels on you, no
body who knows you likes that you're with him, and he's a waste of your time. What is it? Do you really see boyfriend material when you look at him?"
"I just think he can change if he has the right...encouragement," I said.
"Are you two even exclusive?"
"No, but that's not the point. I don't want to just give up on him. I really feel like he has it in him to be a better guy."
"Honey, he doesn't have anything in him. You're projecting. He won't change, he doesn't care about you half as much as you do about him, and you let him get away with murder. Dump him," she said bluntly.
"The sex is good," I offered weakly.
"I don't believe that. It can't be good enough for you to entertain everything else. You're invested."
"Are you saying all this because you have a replacement for me?" I asked.
"Almost any guy would be a good enough replacement for that asshole." I laughed a little. I could hear what she was saying. If I found it funny when she roasted him, instead of wanted to defend him, yeah, I was thinking the same thing she was.
"Point one out to me. I swear, finding a good guy is fucking impossible."
"They're either taken or gay," Tiffany agreed solemnly.
"Oh, shut up. You have a date every single weekend," I sniped playfully.
"Yeah, but how many guys stick around longer than that?" she challenged.
