That’s why I’ve been looking forward to this weekend, it’s Friday so she’s not working at the diner tonight. We didn’t talk about plans yesterday, but I know I’ll either be able to see her at the clubhouse, or I can go to hers and spend longer with her.
After my shower, I grab a towel and sit on my bed to message her.
What time do you finish class?
I’ll pick you up and bring you to the clubhouse.
It doesn’t take her long to reply; I smile at the message tone and the crown emoji I’ve got her saved as.
Sorry, plans this weekend. See you Monday?
My heart drops, I hadn’t even thought about the fact that she might have plans. Curious about what she’s doing, I type a reply.
What plans?
The bubble appears to show she’s typing, then it disappears. Nothing. After a couple of minutes, the bubble returns, followed by another message.
Just going to visit a friend, I’m heading back Sunday though.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous that she’s spending the weekend with someone else, but I know I have no right to be. I’m just more upset than I thought that I won’t be able to see her.
I wanted to see you this weekend.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting her to respond to that with; she has plans, but I need her to know that I wanted to see her.
OK, it’s nice that you want to see me again so soon, but I just said that I have plans.
I’m up for seeing you Monday though.
I smile, at least she’s up for seeing me on Monday so I know this isn’t over. Fuck, the thought of waiting that long though…
What if I can’twait till Monday?
I don’t know if that was a good thing to say or not, I’m shit at flirting. I’ve never been on the back foot before, girls are usually chasing me and I’ve always been indifferent to them, so what I say never matters. But with Elizabeth, I don’t want to fuck it up.
Her reply appears on the screen and I freeze.
Well like I said, I’m away. There are plenty of girls at the clubhouse who want you, you can always go and fuck one of them if you can’t go three days without getting laid.
I’m working in the garage and her message is still running through my mind. Telling me to go and fuck another girl like it’s no big deal. I haven’t even looked at another girl in three weeks, how could I when all I can think about is her. Does she not know how much she’s consumed my thoughts? Unless… maybe she’s fucking other people?
I picture her at the bar in Platinum, that dress she was wearing, the way she smiled at that pendejo and pressed herself against him as she stood up. She could walk into that bar any night of the week and any guy in there would be begging to fuck her.
Or maybe it’s the friend she’s seeing… Fuck, that’s it. Is she spending the weekend with an old boyfriend, or some guy who lives elsewhere but they fuck on the weekends?
“Diablo!” Tank shouts, “Will you fucking concentrate, you’ve destroyed a perfectly good body panel.”
I look at him, then back at the piece of metal I was supposed to be cutting and filing into shape—it’s fucked.
“Sorry,” I say, dropping the body piece with a sigh.
“What’s going on with you, bro?”
“I dunno, just stuff on my mind, nothing important.”
He nods and looks around at where the others are working, then back at me.
“I’m surprised you’re not seeing Donovan this weekend.”
