Page 48 of The 21-Day Boyfriend
“I confronted him. Asked him why, asked him what was happening…”
I was so pathetic. I knew it then, too, but I was infatuated, naïve.
“He told me that… That I was boring. Too boring for him. That he thought I’d be someone else. But he discovered I was just… A nobody. That’s the word he used to describe me.”
Those words are there, now, in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
I know he’s saying sorry for his own behaviour, for calling me the same thing before, not for what happened between me and Mr. Walsh – it was entirely my fault.
I should’ve seen it coming.
He was too young for me, too much for me. He was handsome, carefree, adventurous. I was only one of his fling, and not even one of the exciting ones.
His fantasy version of me was much more satisfying than the real thing.
“You couldn’t have known,” Eric says.
“That doesn’t make me feel better.”
Neither does the fact that he feels sorry for me.
“What do you want from me, Eric?”
“Three weeks.”
“Sorry, what?”
“Twenty-one days with me.”
“What…? You want me to…?”
“Be my boyfriend.”
He said it. I can’t believe it.
“For twenty-one days. Until Christmas.”
“Then what?”
He considers this for a moment – for a too long moment.
“Then I’ll think of something.”
“I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
“My mother. She called me.”
I frown in confusion.
“She hasn’t called me for… A long, long time.”
I don’t like the way this conversation is going, but I let him speak all the same.
“She wanted to tell me that… That she was happy to see me with you.”
“Eric…”
