Page 74 of Book Boyfriend
“Hello?”
“Chloe? It’s Macy. Do you have a second to talk?”
“A second. What doyouwant?” Her voice is cold. She’s not the same person I remember. Is she angry with me?
“I was wondering if you could tell me . . . I mean, I was wondering if you knew . . .” I don’t know what I want to say.
“Listen, if you’re calling to bitch me out for hiding what you think is some deep dark secret then you’re barking up the wrong stripper pole. I have nothing to say to you.”
“You’re mad at me?”
“Hell yes, I am. You broke his heart, you bitch!”
I’m shocked. This is not the way I envisioned this conversation. “He lied to me, Chloe! What was I supposed to do?”
“You were supposed to let him explain himself to you and accept the fact he has flaws. That he makes mistakes. He’s human, Ms. Macy Greer. We’re not all infallible like you. He’s not some perfect guy you wrote in a book. He’s a guy who does dumb things but also really great, amazing things too. He’s the best person I’ve ever known in my life and for you to hurt him that way . . . I’m burning all your books!”
She hangs up on me and I stare at my phone. I immediately redial her number. She won’t answer. Holy shit!
I broke his heart? I remember his face when I told him I was done. I remember when I thought he might cry and I made fun of him. I know I was angry, but I was alsoreallymean.
Is he okay? I’ve been sitting here licking my wounds and never once considered he was hurt too. Could he really have faked all those intimate moments with me? If it was all for a role, why did he turn it down?
I try to call Chloe once more and there’s still no answer. I text her.
Me:I fucked up. I’m going to call him. I’m sorry.
I stare at Fisher’s number for a second and think what I’m going to say. My phone rings and startles me. It’s Chloe.
“Hello?”
“If you really want to apologize to him you’re going to have to hurry.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s on his way to the airport. He’s going home.”
“Home? Like to Cleveland?”
“Yes, he’s flying Southwest, flight 2082. It leaves in an hour out of San Fran. Run, Macy. Go get him!”
“Thanks, Chloe. I’m so sorry.”
“Girl, stop apologizing. Go. I’ll forgive you when you fix him!”
I grab my purse and sprint out the door.
“Macy? Is everything okay?” Brenna asks.
“With any luck, it will be soon.”
Driving while trying to book a flight on your Southwest app is a really bad idea. Parking your car and not caring where isn’t good either.
I run through the airport like a bat out of hell. I just need to make his flight. That’s all I ask. I have thirty minutes to get through security and get to the gate. Thank God I have TSA Pre-check.
I stand in a short line that seems to be taking longer than the long line next to it. When I finally get to the conveyor, I place my purse on the track and watch it get sucked through the X-ray machine. I step through the people checker. No alarms. Yes!
I wait for my bag and it doesn’t come out.
