And apologize.
Yeah, I wanted to apologize. How silly. For destroying his Mustang.
The only thing that he loved.
Then I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hit him and punch him and demand to know why he did what he did.
Why did he break my heart? Why was he so cruel?
Why did he betray me for a sport, for soccer?
Why wouldn’t this hurt go away?
Why, why,why?
I wanted to ask him all that.
But before I could go to him, a group of his friends descended on him, taking away the opportunity, and I ran away. Thank God for that.
I took a detour to get to Ledger’s truck and that was that.
That was the last time I saw him; he never showed up to his graduation and I never saw him around town.
That was the last time I saw the guy who broke my heart and whose car I stole in order to get back at him.
And who pressed charges against me and wanted me to go to jail for it.
For doing that. For stealing his car.
But never mind that right now.
I have bigger problems.
Problems like he’s here.
What is he doing here?
What thefuckis he doing here?
Great, Callie. Just great.
One sight of him and I’m cursing again.
One sight of him and my whole world is off-kilter.
My whole world is shaken.
Shouldn’t he be in New York City? Living the life of a soccer star, being fought over by agents and recruits? And what about college? Doesn’t he go to college?
It’s September! People go to classes in September!
I take a gulp of my whiskey, trying to calm myself down.
I can’t believe I’m drinking, whiskey no less.
I’m not much of a drinker and I hate whiskey.
But I needed something.
