jeans and grabbed her waist and pulled her tightly into me. I intended on tickling her in hopes of showing her I was just being playful and flirty. I thought she’d be into it, but I managed to get the exact opposite.
Sam freaked out. Like, I’m talking straight up screamed, elbowed, and kicked as she tried to get away from me. Once she freed herself from my embrace, she ran for her bag and right into the ladies’ room. Everyone stared, and management came over to see what had happened. I explained everything was under control, but I knew it was well beyond that.
I don’t even remember how much time passed, but once Sam exited the bathroom, appearing overcome and exhausted, she switched out of her bowling shoes and back into her heels. I followed her and did the same. She never made eye contact, even when she uttered, “I need you to take me home, now.”
I drove all the way to her house in silence. The minute I parked the Jeep she made haste and ran for the front door before I even turned off the engine. I kept the engine running as I caught up to her before she got inside. My voice was etched in panic as I asked, “Sam, tell me what I did wrong? Please. You won’t talk to me. How can I fix this if I don’t know what’s wrong?”
She held her house keys in her hands as she spoke the last words I’ve heard from her in almost two days. “Josh, I can’t tell you how to fix things when I don’t even know how to fix me. Maybe this wasn’t meant to work out between us. I think maybe we ought to just be friends for now until I can figure things out.”
“Don’t do this. Not like this. Can I at least call you?” I pleaded and begged to no avail.
She said, “No.”
It’s been days now since I’ve had any contact with Sam, and it’s killing me. My only saving grace is that I’ve drowned myself in work and picked up an extra detail shift to avoid actually having any interaction with everyone. I missed Sunday dinner with my family again, which pissed off Mom, especially when I told her last minute that I picked up a shift at work. Courtney sent me a text, since I wasn’t answering my phone anymore, that basically said stop being a douche and grow a pair.
I may be closing in on twenty-nine, but I’m still scared shitless of my little sister. I don’t want to face her questions regarding my date with Sam that I know she will ask. I honestly just don’t even know how to answer them right now.
Nick has gone by Vines and said he saw her working there one night, but she didn’t say anything to him. When I was forced to explain the night’s events, Nick couldn’t even form words. All he could think of was exactly what I’d been saying for days now. Sam had experienced some kind of traumatic event in her life.
At this point, I’m a complete frustrated mess. I have no idea what Sam wants, and if she doesn’t open up to me, I can’t be the one to push her. She needs to sort out her shit, whatever it is. Call me a jerk and every other name in the book, but I know I’m right. Right? Or is that my only reasoning for driving out of my way again today to fuck Tarryn?
I have absolutely no idea where Sam and I stand, but my mind continues to tell me I shouldn’t head to Tarryn’s. I should be working out this shit with Sam instead, but I can’t if I don’t know how. This could very well be the reason why I have always turned to sex with random women throughout the years. It’s easier to move on to the next bed than it is to deal with the cattiness of a clingy woman.
Tarryn was pissed that I stood her up the last time I texted her, but whatever. I drove all the way down here, did what I had to do, and got my rocks off. The smell of cheap sex and used condom still infiltrate my Jeep as I drive home. Slamming my palm against the steering wheel, I think how completely fucked up my life is at the moment.
I never in a million years thought I could want a woman so unattainable as Sam, and yet, here I am
Sam freaked out. Like, I’m talking straight up screamed, elbowed, and kicked as she tried to get away from me. Once she freed herself from my embrace, she ran for her bag and right into the ladies’ room. Everyone stared, and management came over to see what had happened. I explained everything was under control, but I knew it was well beyond that.
I don’t even remember how much time passed, but once Sam exited the bathroom, appearing overcome and exhausted, she switched out of her bowling shoes and back into her heels. I followed her and did the same. She never made eye contact, even when she uttered, “I need you to take me home, now.”
I drove all the way to her house in silence. The minute I parked the Jeep she made haste and ran for the front door before I even turned off the engine. I kept the engine running as I caught up to her before she got inside. My voice was etched in panic as I asked, “Sam, tell me what I did wrong? Please. You won’t talk to me. How can I fix this if I don’t know what’s wrong?”
She held her house keys in her hands as she spoke the last words I’ve heard from her in almost two days. “Josh, I can’t tell you how to fix things when I don’t even know how to fix me. Maybe this wasn’t meant to work out between us. I think maybe we ought to just be friends for now until I can figure things out.”
“Don’t do this. Not like this. Can I at least call you?” I pleaded and begged to no avail.
She said, “No.”
It’s been days now since I’ve had any contact with Sam, and it’s killing me. My only saving grace is that I’ve drowned myself in work and picked up an extra detail shift to avoid actually having any interaction with everyone. I missed Sunday dinner with my family again, which pissed off Mom, especially when I told her last minute that I picked up a shift at work. Courtney sent me a text, since I wasn’t answering my phone anymore, that basically said stop being a douche and grow a pair.
I may be closing in on twenty-nine, but I’m still scared shitless of my little sister. I don’t want to face her questions regarding my date with Sam that I know she will ask. I honestly just don’t even know how to answer them right now.
Nick has gone by Vines and said he saw her working there one night, but she didn’t say anything to him. When I was forced to explain the night’s events, Nick couldn’t even form words. All he could think of was exactly what I’d been saying for days now. Sam had experienced some kind of traumatic event in her life.
At this point, I’m a complete frustrated mess. I have no idea what Sam wants, and if she doesn’t open up to me, I can’t be the one to push her. She needs to sort out her shit, whatever it is. Call me a jerk and every other name in the book, but I know I’m right. Right? Or is that my only reasoning for driving out of my way again today to fuck Tarryn?
I have absolutely no idea where Sam and I stand, but my mind continues to tell me I shouldn’t head to Tarryn’s. I should be working out this shit with Sam instead, but I can’t if I don’t know how. This could very well be the reason why I have always turned to sex with random women throughout the years. It’s easier to move on to the next bed than it is to deal with the cattiness of a clingy woman.
Tarryn was pissed that I stood her up the last time I texted her, but whatever. I drove all the way down here, did what I had to do, and got my rocks off. The smell of cheap sex and used condom still infiltrate my Jeep as I drive home. Slamming my palm against the steering wheel, I think how completely fucked up my life is at the moment.
I never in a million years thought I could want a woman so unattainable as Sam, and yet, here I am
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