Page 22 of Willing
My phone beeped, breaking the silent words, we shared. Grabbing my phone, my face morphing into a scowl.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing – it’s just…” I shifted in my seat nervously, “the guy I went out with just texted me. I tried to let him down easy last night, but he doesn’t seem to be taking no for an answer.”
I quickly typed a response to him, his response was almost immediate.
Sighing, “see what I mean?” I turned the phone to face me.
Dan: How about another date?
Me: I told you just friends. A date? No. I finally have what I want. I am so sorry.
Dan: So, what? You used me?
“Used him for what?”
“I told him I was in love with someone that didn’t notice me… maybe he thinks I used him to make you notice. And I kind of did, but I was upfront about my feelings from the start. Hell, I just met the guy.”
I began typing rapidly into my phone. Slamming it down when I finished, “That should make it clear to him.”
Dylan grabbed my phone, “Fuck Carly – could you have been any meaner?”
“Nope – I was nice last night. He forced a kiss on me and I had to be blunt. So, this is me not letting there be any confusion be present between us.”
Paul reached out, holding his hand open, “What did you say, Carly?” Dylan handed him over the phone.
Me: I am sorry if you think I used you. I was honest from the start. I LOVE SOMEONE ELSE. It was a mistake to go out with you. I offered a friendship, but now I am taking that off the table. Good luck with life.
My phone beeped in Paul’s hand, his expression told me the text was bad.
