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Ella: If you don’t want to be with me, just say so.
An hour passed. Then two. Four.
Eventually, I gave in to exhaustion after a million tears staining my pillow and the pain of my breaking heart. Rocky must’ve thought I was a child and didn’t want to deal with the drama of my parents.
Heck, I didn’t want to deal with them either. I threw my phone on the floor and turned the light off.
5
Ella
It’d been five days since the last time I saw Rocky. He hadn’t replied to my texts or been by the diner. I wasn’t handling his rejection well.
I couldn’t eat.
Couldn’t sleep.
Couldn’t stop thinking about him.
“It’ll get easier,” Brenda said from beside me as she filled pepper jars. “Every girl gets dumped. A broken heart is a right of passage. Maybe the next guy will bethe one.”
The next guy? I didn’t want any other guy, only Rocky.
“Is your dad still driving you everywhere?”
“Yes. He doesn’t trust me to come straight home after school and work.”
“That sucks.” Brenda looked me up and down. “You don’t look so hot today.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“No, I’m serious. You’re pale, and you have dark circles under your eyes.”
“I haven’t been sleeping.”
“Oh, girl, you got it bad, doncha?”
“I don’t care anymore.” I put the cap on the last salt jar and lifted the tray to place them on the tables.
“Yes, you do. If he walked through the door, you’d jump his bones.” Brenda followed me with the tray of pepper jars.
“No, I wouldn’t. I’m not a doormat. If he can’t take five seconds to text me back and avoids me, he doesn’t deserve me.” I might sound resolved and sure of myself, but it was all for show. I probably would jump his bones. No, I wouldn’t. I’d follow his lead though.
“Preach, girl. We can’t let guys mistreat us.”
“Yeah.” I peered out the front windows, searching for my dad’s car. We’d lock the doors in five minutes.
“What if Rocky hasn’t been around because your dad is always around?”
“I hadn’t thought of that. But it doesn’t matter. He still could have texted me.”
“True.”
The final minutes passed uneventfully. I waved at Brenda, went to my dad’s car, and got in.
“How was work?” he asked.
“Fine.”
