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We never made it to dinner. We got to the country club and my mom texted that she didn’t feel well. Probably drunk already. And then on the way back to his car, Thad got called back into the hospital, so that worked out nicely in my opinion.
When I pull in to drop him off, I say to him, “Thad, we’re not going to work out. You and me? We’re not going to be a couple. I just wanted you to know. I want us to be friends and work colleagues.”
He turns and says, “We can talk about this some other time when you’re thinking clearly.”
“I am thinking clearly,” I snap. “I’m pretty sure I’ve never been clearer with you.”
I’m livid. I’m so tired of not being seen and heard and being dismissed like a child. Fire burns in my chest, and I want to scream.
He says nothing and gets out and walks away still on his phone.
I drive home, relieved to be done with him, and wonder where SJ is tonight. The thought of him out with someone else makes me stir-crazy. I think about texting him, but instead, I text my new friends.
Anyone have any advice on how to trust someone again after they’ve betrayed you?
Paige
the best way to get over a man is to get under him.
Allie
lol! That is NOT the saying, Paige. But yes to getting under SJ.
Beth
He’s in the cart. Complete your purchase.
Mellie
Take that cart for a spin, girl!
You all are not helping. Lol
twelve
SJ
Then
“How didyou get your parents to agree to this?” I ask Callie nervously as she opens the door, and I follow her into her house.
“They didn’t say no exactly,” Callie replies nervously, her hand tightening in mine.
My eyes widen. “But did they say yes?”
“They said I could bring a friend to dinner,” Callie adds.
“Callie,” I groan. “This is going to be bad.”
“After last night’s win, they’ll be happy to see you. My dad even said you’re the best football player on the team,” she says proudly, pulling the door closed behind us, which is like a jail door swinging shut. Being inside Callie’s house is like a prison cell.
“Callie, is your friend here?” her mother calls from the kitchen.
“Yes, he’s here,” she calls back.
“He?” her mother calls back in a confused tone. I shoot Callie a look. She shakes her head as if telling me not to worry about it.
