Page 24 of How to Lose at Love

And how did YOU know what he looks like??

No idea. I mean, I’ve only seen pictures of him. Oh wait. Once I saw him out at the bars, but that was like, last year—but when you know, you know.

*roll eyes emoji*

Don’t roll your eyes at me.

Can’t help it. You might be dating Rookie, but you have boys on the brain.

Yeah yeah—back to Dallas Colter. Was he tall?

I guess so? I didn’t notice.

Okay if you can’t give me more information you’re fired.

First of all, how did this conversation about ME BEING DUMPED BY DIEGO turn into a conversation about how tall Dallas Colter is???

Because you didn’t actually give a shit about Diego Lorenz, let’s be honest. But I care about how tall Dallas is.

And I’m telling you it was hard to tell how tall he was. A, I wasn’t standing next to him, and B, when he drove me home, he was sitting the entire time.

BACK. THE. TRUCK. UP. He drove you home???? Ryann Ariel Marie Shauna Winterbottom WHY ARE YOU JUST TELLING ME THIS NOW?

Winterbottom?

Don’t change the subject. HE DROVE YOU HOME?

Omg Winnie, why are you fixated on this?!

Because I am. Because it’s Dallas Colter. Rumor has it he doesn’t date and he barely parties. So not only was it a RARE sighting, but he offered you a ride home. In his sex wagon.

Sex wagon? Could you not…

You just said he doesn’t date.

Sex and dating are two different things. As you are very well aware.

Gee, thanks.

No offense.

None taken.

I set my phone on the bedside table and head to my small bathroom to wash my face and remove my makeup. I don’t typically wear much to work, but I have mascara on and feel so…

Drained.

Defeated somehow, so much on my mind.

Once all that is accomplished and my pajamas are on, I settle into bed so I can stare aimlessly up at the ceiling. Replay some conversation with Diego in my mind, namely the one we had the last time we were physically together.

We were at a house party, not a big one, but a house party all the same, somewhere off campus with his buddies and their girlfriends/dates sitting around drinking bottled beer, watching a professional football game.

I kept waiting for Diego to put his hand on my knee, the same way everyone else in the room was doing with their date.

He didn’t touch me.

And on the way home when he walked me to my door and I tried to invite him in, he stretched and yawned so big I blushed.

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