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“Yada, yada, yada.” Savannah teases on the other end.
“Calm down, Savannah. I’ll be there soon.”
I hang up the phone only to realize I acted too impulsively without thinking it through…I don’t have my mother’s car. Linda picked me up, and there was no way I would use her to drop me off.
“Everything okay?” Linda asks.
“Savannah. She has a few issues. I’ll be right back.”
I hop off my chair and head to the host stand. I take a few breaths as I feel lightheaded.
I have to figure this out. I could just bail, and group text them as I travel down the road to clear my head. Dad is shooting pool, so if anything, I could ask him to meet me somewhere. I just refuse to be bothered while I’m not feeling the best.
Then I realize what I really need to do. Waffle House is behind Walmart. And well, Dartmouth is diagonally across from the front of Walmart. Whether Freddy or I like it, I must stop by his place. There literally is no better option at this point.
I’m very glad I dressed very casually today. A pair of sneakers with shorts and a tank top. As far as Linda and Emily think, I’m by the host stand trying to figure out how to get to Savannah, or maybe I’m on the phone with her. I’ll text them when I get to Walmart, letting them know I took off. And now I’m praying Freddy isn’t with Angela in his room. I honestly don’t think so. The lack of chemistry I sensed from them last night when she strolled up with his car blanket over her…I really don’t want to think about it.
My mom told me it’s best not to say things about people. Write it down instead. Well, I think Freddy still thinks of me. The last time I saw him, I was impulsive, which is typical. I do know neither of us wanted to end what we had. We just knew it was best that we did end things. But for exactlywhom?
All I want is a ride home. One that I can depend on and not one where I’m called Debbie Downer or a party pooper.
I imagine Freddy being upset that I didn’t call him to come get me. I’m unsure if I can talk to him over the phone right now. I want to see his eyes.
It doesn’t take me that long to get to Dartmouth, and his car is parked in the usual spot. Before I knock at his door, I press my face close to it. I hear voices.Uh oh. I look over my shoulder to make sure my dad’s four-by-four isn’t here. It isn’t.
And the closer I listen to the voices, the more they both sound like men bantering. This worries me as now I’m certain anyone who walked by this door during any time when Freddy and I made love in his room heard everything. I can be a fucking screamer at times.
Shit, but now I have to pee. That’s another thing that’s been consistent lately. I may not be drinking these days, but I feel like I have to pee like I have been. I decide to go for it and knock on the door. Freddy is definitely not with my father or Angela, and…the door swings open after my first knock.
Freddy flinches. Now I’m nervous. I have no clue how he feels at this moment, but shock and surprise are on the list.
“Can you take me home, please? I just need a ride, but I hear you’re busy.”
Why am I here? I should’ve called my dad. He would’ve stopped shooting pool right at the moment. I mean, why didn’t I think of calling Mom? I know she doesn’t like driving at night, but if I was stressed enough and if Savannah would accompany her, she would’ve picked me up from Walmart. I guess I’m still struggling with my dependency issues. I just know a bigger city would free me from all this. I wouldn’t even need a car. And here I am, about to inconvenience someone.
Like, why did I do this, especially since we did have an agreement? I wasn’t supposed to pop up here, but we are no longer tied in that way. I’m literally just his friend’s daughter who wants a ride home. I guess it is a little weird, and it feels even weirder when I see that it’s Evan in the room.
Now I’m totally regretting all of this.
“Is that Sadie?” Evan calls over Freddy’s shoulder with widened eyes.
Freddy steps aside and opens the door for me.
“Hi, Evan!” I wave. “I’m sorry to interrupt and….”
“I doubt you could ever interrupt anything. In all honesty, I hope I’m not the one interrupting something.”
He cracks, and Freddy immediately barks back, “This is Braxton’s daughter! I’m practically her uncle.”
I want to vomit. Like, I seriously do.
“I got to pee!” I belt out before I push past Freddy.
I then push past Evan and head straight to the bathroom. After puking and peeing, I wash my face and use the mouthwash. I try to find some inner peace as I now know I have to go out there and pretend to be a little drunk. This has got to be one of the core reasons why I’m here. I had a blowout with my friends nearby, stormed out of the car, and remembered that Freddy was nearby and was hoping he was available. Yes, that’s what all this is about.
I swing open the bathroom door.
Both Evan and Freddy are by the front door, ready to leave. I hope Evan’s not coming with us. His baseball cap is so tight, as if it were painted on his head, and all I can think about is how it’s probably slicing at his circulation.
