I discreetly glance at my watch once more. It’s been two hours and twenty-three minutes since Lucas picked me up. And I have spent, at least, the last two hours and twenty minutes counting the minutes.
Lucas is nice enough, he’s basically Tillie without the dress and lipstick - they’re twins. But in all honesty, I think I would’ve preferred a night out with Tillie.
I won’t tell Lucas that.
As he continues to talk about his day at the gym, I nod and smile, and wonder if he’s having as bad a time as I am right now.
We’ve just finished dessert, so I’m hoping we’re close to calling it a night. I’m both terrified and relieved. I’ve never been much of a dater, instead I’ve had two semi-serious boyfriends. I don’t know how this is supposed to work.
When Lucas drops me off, am I supposed to tell him that I don’t want to see him, in a romantic fashion, again?
If I were to say, ‘we should do this again’ will he take the hint? I learnt that one from Phoebe on Friends.
“I have an early class tomorrow, should we call it a night?”
Yeah, jackass, like you’re the only one that has to get up early. I withstand an eye roll and nod. He probably has a booty call that needs dropping in on, or something.
I keep my distance as he walks me to my car. I round the vehicle, putting the hunk of metal in between us.
“Thank you for tonight, Lucas. I’ll see you around.”
“I had a nice time, we should do this again sometime.”
I smile and nod before climbing in the car and quickly reversing away from the curb.
Fuck me, I should have just stayed home tonight. Ben and Jerry definitely would have been better company. Hell, I could’ve spent all night thinking up things I would have rather been doing.
I don’t know how I’d never noticed how dull Lucas was before tonight. Maybe because we’d never been left alone together? Or maybe because Corbin was always around, stealing my attention.
I have to admit, tonight wasn’t much different. Corbin wasn’t even there, and he was all I could think about.
Clearly, I’m not meant to be dating other people right now.
It’s a short, quiet drive home as I wonder what Corbin’s up to, if he’s thinking about me as much as I am him. I only wish I could see him, or even to just hear his voice would be heaven.
I miss him.
I’ve been missing him.
Maybe that’s a sign that I should be paying more attention to him and how he makes me feel.
14
Corbin
My back rests against the brick of Oliver’s building. That’s where I wait for over an hour. It quickly turns cold, but I don’t give a damn.
The flash of lights from an approaching car grabs my attention. Hayley’s cherry red Honda pulls up in front of me and I steal myself as she climbs out and rounds the hood.
“Corbin? What are you doing here?”
I examine her as she stands in front of me. She has on a nice dress and her black, fur-lined coat. Her hair is curled and her lips are glossy.
“You were out on a date?”
“Corbin…”
“Answer me.”
