Page 45 of Book Boyfriend
“Did they send me a copy?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t check.”
“Okay, I’m on it.” She rushes for the door and stops mid-way, spinning on her heel. “So . . . how did things go after I left Saturday night?”
I frown and lift my eyes in her direction briefly before refocusing them on the script.
“That bad?”
“He couldn’t leave fast enough. I think he’s done with me.”
“No . . . no way! He doesn’t strike me as a guy who gives up easily.”
“Yeah, well, maybe he didn’t like what he saw.” I shrug.
“What did he say?” she asks, stepping toward me.
“Nothing really. I haven’t talked to him. He said he was busy yesterday and has basically dropped off the face of the Earth.”
“Did you text him?”
“And say what? Was my pussy not to your liking? Sorry my best friend showed up and mentioned how big your dick looked in your boxers.”
She cringes. “Sorry about that. I was surprised.”
“It’s not your fault. I’m the one with slippery fingers. I honestly didn’t think I sent that text. Maybe the phone company hates me too.”
“Oh stop. Don’t be a Debbie Downer.”
“Maybe that’ll be the title of my next book. I’ll write a story about a pessimistic girl who sees negative everywhere she turns.”
“Sounds like a real winner. You need to put positive vibes into the universe. If Fisher said he was busy, then he was probably just busy.”
“Yep. I’m sure making out in front of camera ishardwork. I put the emphasis on hard there. I don’t know if you noticed.”
“Yeah, I noticed. Do you want me to call him and apologize? See what he has to say?”
“God, no. Let him be. I have work to do. I don’t have time for a relationship anyway.”
“Think positive. I bet you’ll hear from him soon.”
I shrug. “I’m going to keep reading, okay?”
She nods then walks to the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her shoot me a pity pout. I refuse to acknowledge it. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I have a job to do and that’s what I’m going to focus on.
I’ve had a range of emotions today. I’m starting to think I have multiple personalities. One minute I feel confident and purposeful. The next, there are tears in my eyes and I want to crawl under my desk and rock myself. Being a water sign sucks. I hate that I care too much. Overthinking everything sucks even more. Why can’t I be one of those people who doesn’t give a shit?
After three hours of staring at my phone, I finally turned it off and put it in my purse in my drawer. Even if he texted me, I wouldn’t see it. It gives me a sense of power to be too busy for him. But I keep finding reasons to open the drawer.
Is it dry in here? Gum would really do the trick. Did I bring my wallet to work? I’d better check. Dumbass. Is he that busy he can’t even say good morning? People are only too busy for the things they don’t care about. If he cared, he’d find a second to let me know. Men suck. All of them. They toy with our emotions, pulling us in just to push us away. Well, I’m done playing games. I’m too old for this shit.
Yanking the drawer open, I reach for my phone and plot the nasty text I’m going to send him. I turn it on and see I’ve missed five texts from him. Grinning from ear to ear as I read them, I realize what a complete basket case I’ve become. I was pissed and here the sweetie has been texting all along.
FISHER:Hey, babe. Sorry I couldn’t talk last night.
We did fifteen takes on one scene. It was ridiculous.
I hope you had a good day.
