Page 23 of The Wrong Guy

It is funny that their focus is more on me than Andreas. Andreas fucks anything that walks and hasn’t had a steady girlfriend in- I don’t know how long. I’m not sure he’s been on multiple dates with one woman.

Which leads me to my next problem. Why did I allow myself to go on a date with Stavros? He’s friends with my brother andtold me he doesn’t want a relationship from the beginning. I’m not a casual kind of person, and I can’t just have a good orgasm in the back of a random restaurant.

Maybe I should take Jane up on her offer for her son. Maybe if I dated someone who understands the pressure from our families, I would be better off.

As I’m kicking my own ass all over the gas station, I turn to look at someone who is following a little too closely to me.

I’m trying to turn a couple of times through the aisles of the station to lose the person. Plus, I will need snacks for the pity party I’m having. I turn down the aisle with the Doritos and the giant cupcakes when I see a flash from the phone.

“Did you just take my picture?” I ask bluntly.

After everything I have been through lately, and especially today, I don’t need to be followed through the gas station.

“Sorry, miss. Carry on,” the man wearing a black sweatshirt informs me.

I’m about to jump back when I smell the cologne Derek used to wear. It is of YSL and was one of Derek’s favorite colognes. I remember trying to spray some on my pillow to smell it when we weren’t together for whatever reason.

I try to shake off the weirdness and grab what I want from the store. As I’m standing in line, the same man stands behind me. He’s a little closer than usual, and I try to step forward to separate us a little more. He follows my lead and is now much closer to me.

Before COVID-19, I was deeply uncomfortable and very particular about personal space.

Jane is still here and is walking past me to say her goodbyes instead of allowing her to leave me in the store with this man. I put my hand out to stop her.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” I tell her as I put my stuff on the counter.

The man behind me must have gotten the hint because he stepped back from me and then put his stuff down to leave.

I’m deep breathing to cool my nerves from this strange encounter. Who stands behind someone so closely? Plus, the YSL cologne isn’t that popular anymore. In fact, I don’t know many men who would wear that cologne.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Jane asks.

I pay for my stuff and use the little older woman as a buffer to walk out to my new car. “It’s nothing. Thank you. Have a great day.”

I won’t let her say anything as I return to my car and drive home.

Once I’m back home, I lock the car and lock my house with me inside. I’m looking out the windows to make sure no one is outside.

Is this too close to a coincidence? Should I call Andreas and let him know what just happened?

I’m trying to calm my nerves, but all I can think about is how strange today has been. How strange it has been to have my car vandalized and then everything that took place at mediation.

After taking a deep breath, I rip open the expensive bag of Doritos and grab a bottle of Coke Zero from the bag. Once armed with the necessities, I make my way into the living room to turn on the television. A little white noise would help me relax from how strange today was.

I’m on my second episode of 90 Day Fiancé when I just can’t stop thinking about the guy at the gas station. Instead of calling Andreas, I call Britney.

“Britney, can you come over?”

She must sense something’s wrong because I hear her shove things into her bag. “Do you need me to stop and get the alcohol?”

Alcohol would be excellent, but I don’t want to wait that long for her to come to my house. “No, I’m okay. Please just come over.”

Chapter Fifteen

Audrina

By the time Britney shows up at my house, I have already processed through about six different scenarios, and in each of them, I die. One of them, I become a my skin suit.

I shut off the television because my mind is racing too much to watch something.

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