at me.
I furrowed my brows at her. I’d never heard it put like that before. “Don’t you mean slap me in the face?”
“No, mouth,” she said sure of herself. Grace always did make sure to say things exactly how she meant them, even if it meant a common saying.
“What do you know, Grace?” I eyed her cautiously. She usually had a reason behind everything.
“I don’t know as much as I think I should know considering I’m your best friend. He only told me that he was an ex of yours. How important of an ex are we talking about, Faith? Is he an I-only-dry-humped-you-in-high-school ex, or the could-have-been-my-husband ex?” She arched a brow, daring me to answer her.
When I didn’t she said, “I have a fairly good idea by the way the darkroom was torn apart. Not to mention the little love bit on your neck.”
She eyed my bruise, innocently batting her eyelashes.
I could feel my face turn bright red.
“Okay, I think you better go back to your human blanket. I’ll talk to you later,” I mumbled, pushing her back toward the front door.
“He’s more like a throw your grandma crocheted that you don’t use since he’s on the couch, but I can take a hint. And we will talk about you and John again.”
Before she walked out the door, Grace turned to Faith and whispered, “Don’t be stupid and chase this guy away.”
With Grace finally gone, I texted John back.
Dinner will work. 8 at Francesca’s .
I held my breath in anticipation. When I didn’t get a response I let out a gust of air in relief. It would be easier to handle the rejection if I didn’t see it until later instead of being a text stalker.
But I thought too soon.
John: Nope, 7 at Spiaggia. I’ll come get you.
What? Since when did he get to call the shots! I always made the plans. I replied.
No! 8, Francesca’s <:(
It may have been years since I’ve seen him, but that doesn’t mean I have to agree with everything.
His next text was taking too long. Instead of staring at my cell willing it to beep, I decided I’d go for a run and waste some time.
On my way out I saw Mike coming out of Grace’s place doing the walk of shame. “Hey, Mike.”
His eyes bulged out in surprise, but before he could answer me Grace stuck her head out. Seeing how I was dressed she said, “Wait for me, I wanna go.”
Giving Mike a sour-puss face, she said, “I have a bunch of unexpended energy to burn off.” She headed back in, shutting the door on Mike.
Poor Barney, he didn’t know where to look. At one point he was staring at the dirty diamond shaped pattern of the hall carpet, probably wishing it would open up and swallow him alive. Finally, with his eyes aimed at the ground, he sped past me mumbling, “Hey, Faith.” He passed the elevators and went straight to the stairwell without glancing back.
Grace was back out in a matter of minutes and didn’t seem the least bit surprised to see Mike gone.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“When you tell me yours I’ll tell you mine,” she replied, sticking out her tongue as we got in the elevator. While we stretched outside she asked, “So, did you call him?”
“I texted him.” I had an idea of what was coming next. I wanted to get our stretching done before I had to get the lecture, but it was too late.
“Ugh, really? Why didn’t you call him? Texts are so impersonal, and you’re less likely to get your way because you can’t turn on the sexy voice.”
“Oh, yeah, you mean the same one you used on Mike last night?”
“I told you, I’m not talking about it until you do. But, yeah, he’s starting to really tick me off.”
“Have you even kissed him yet?”
“Eh, you go I go.” She put her ear buds in and we started our jog with only the music playing in our heads.
The jog was just what I needed to clear my head and figure out my game plan without Grace’s influence. I mapped out exactly what I was going to do.
The cool wind that greeted us on
I furrowed my brows at her. I’d never heard it put like that before. “Don’t you mean slap me in the face?”
“No, mouth,” she said sure of herself. Grace always did make sure to say things exactly how she meant them, even if it meant a common saying.
“What do you know, Grace?” I eyed her cautiously. She usually had a reason behind everything.
“I don’t know as much as I think I should know considering I’m your best friend. He only told me that he was an ex of yours. How important of an ex are we talking about, Faith? Is he an I-only-dry-humped-you-in-high-school ex, or the could-have-been-my-husband ex?” She arched a brow, daring me to answer her.
When I didn’t she said, “I have a fairly good idea by the way the darkroom was torn apart. Not to mention the little love bit on your neck.”
She eyed my bruise, innocently batting her eyelashes.
I could feel my face turn bright red.
“Okay, I think you better go back to your human blanket. I’ll talk to you later,” I mumbled, pushing her back toward the front door.
“He’s more like a throw your grandma crocheted that you don’t use since he’s on the couch, but I can take a hint. And we will talk about you and John again.”
Before she walked out the door, Grace turned to Faith and whispered, “Don’t be stupid and chase this guy away.”
With Grace finally gone, I texted John back.
Dinner will work. 8 at Francesca’s .
I held my breath in anticipation. When I didn’t get a response I let out a gust of air in relief. It would be easier to handle the rejection if I didn’t see it until later instead of being a text stalker.
But I thought too soon.
John: Nope, 7 at Spiaggia. I’ll come get you.
What? Since when did he get to call the shots! I always made the plans. I replied.
No! 8, Francesca’s <:(
It may have been years since I’ve seen him, but that doesn’t mean I have to agree with everything.
His next text was taking too long. Instead of staring at my cell willing it to beep, I decided I’d go for a run and waste some time.
On my way out I saw Mike coming out of Grace’s place doing the walk of shame. “Hey, Mike.”
His eyes bulged out in surprise, but before he could answer me Grace stuck her head out. Seeing how I was dressed she said, “Wait for me, I wanna go.”
Giving Mike a sour-puss face, she said, “I have a bunch of unexpended energy to burn off.” She headed back in, shutting the door on Mike.
Poor Barney, he didn’t know where to look. At one point he was staring at the dirty diamond shaped pattern of the hall carpet, probably wishing it would open up and swallow him alive. Finally, with his eyes aimed at the ground, he sped past me mumbling, “Hey, Faith.” He passed the elevators and went straight to the stairwell without glancing back.
Grace was back out in a matter of minutes and didn’t seem the least bit surprised to see Mike gone.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“When you tell me yours I’ll tell you mine,” she replied, sticking out her tongue as we got in the elevator. While we stretched outside she asked, “So, did you call him?”
“I texted him.” I had an idea of what was coming next. I wanted to get our stretching done before I had to get the lecture, but it was too late.
“Ugh, really? Why didn’t you call him? Texts are so impersonal, and you’re less likely to get your way because you can’t turn on the sexy voice.”
“Oh, yeah, you mean the same one you used on Mike last night?”
“I told you, I’m not talking about it until you do. But, yeah, he’s starting to really tick me off.”
“Have you even kissed him yet?”
“Eh, you go I go.” She put her ear buds in and we started our jog with only the music playing in our heads.
The jog was just what I needed to clear my head and figure out my game plan without Grace’s influence. I mapped out exactly what I was going to do.
The cool wind that greeted us on
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