Page 77 of Cocky Nerd
He’s back.
He looks reallytired.
“Hi.”
“Hello.”
“I missyou.”
“You look likeshit.”
“You’re still mad atme.”
“Are yousick?”
“I don’t get sick. Are you stillmad?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Should Ileave?”
“Iguess.”
“Are you going to come with me to thewedding?”
“When do I have to decideby?”
“Next week, Isuppose.”
“I don’t know, maybe it’s fate. Maybe you should go to that wedding by yourself and meet the love of your lifethere.”
He looks like he’s fighting back tears. Or maybe he’s angry. “I don’t believe infate.”
“What do you believe in?Contracts?”
He reaches out for my hand, his lower lipquivering.
I am this close to fallingapart.
“I believe in us,” he says, softly. “I’m sorry I fucked up. I wasscared.”
“Iknow.”
“Should Ileave?”
“Yes. I have towork.”
“What about afterwork?”
“I have to go to aclass.”
“Can I come backtomorrow?”
“If you wantto.”
“Okay.”
He reaches for hiswallet.
