gay.
Something about the look in her eyes told me she wanted me. Or was my ego getting in the way of the truth?
I didn’t know if she was gay. I didn’t know if Steve would be angry. All I knew was I had to see her again.
Chapter 6
I awoke the next morning with a violent headache and cursed myself for staying out so late on a work night. My alarm clock read 5:00 AM and I knew it was going to be a long day.
It wasn’t until I got out of the shower and my phone vibrated that I remembered everything that had happened the night before. I quickly ran out of the bathroom to my bed where my phone sat. Picking it up hastily, I searched the screen for Lexi’s name. Nope, it was just a text from Steve.
“Hey I’m picking up breakfast burritos for work. Come hungry . J ” Steve was such a great guy. I absolutely adored our friendship. Was a girl really worth putting everything on the line for? Internal combat struck again and I groaned with annoyance at my own self.
When I arrived at work Steve stood outside of the locker room with two grease-stained bags and some coffee. I had never been so excited for anything. As we chowed down in the cafeteria he asked me over and over again what I thought about Lexi.
I tried to keep my mouth preoccupied with food as to avoid saying too much. Yes, she was cute; yes, he had a chance; yes, she was a good singer. I nodded in agreement to everything he said but didn’t know how to answer his next question.
“How late were you guys out last night? Did you two have fun?” he asked.
“Oh we left about thirty minutes after you did,” I lied. “We had a good time but it just wasn’t a lot of fun without you. I could tell she was bummed when you left.”
“She was?” His eyes lit up. Maybe I had pushed it a little too far with that last line.
“Mmhmm,” I decided that no words were better than any words and proceeded to stuff my face with more breakfast burrito.
“You seem tense,” he looked at me with concern.
“Just tired,” I got up from the table before he could press on and we headed out the door.
The day was fairly slow which normally I would have appreciated if I hadn’t been looking for something to distract my mind with. Lexi texted me three times and it took everything in my willpower not to text her back.
I also tried to make as little interaction with Steve as possible. I knew he knew something was up but I couldn’t find any excuse other than “I’m Tired”.
By the end of the day I was emotionally drained and ready for bed. I said goodbye to Steve and headed home. The 3 unread text messages glowing on my phone seemed to be mocking me. Every time I lit up my phone to see what time it was there they were.
Finally at home, alone and on my couch I decided to read the messages.
9:03 AM “Good Morning!”
10:42 AM “Are you as hungover as me?”
2:56 PM “Helloooo?”
I hit reply and stared at the blank screen for ten minutes. Before I could even think of what I was saying I hit send.
“Sorry, I was slammed all day at work. Yes I was hungover as hell. Let’s hang out again soon.”
I read my sent message over and over again before throwing my phone down into the carpet. What was I thinking? My best friend would be devastated. But she was so perfect I just couldn’t get her out of my head.
I guess I never thought that this would happen to me again, seeing as my best friend was a straight man. Back in college, it happened a lot. The lesbian circle was only so big, and we had all dated each other. Ever since I graduated I have steered clear of all lesbian cliques to avoid that drama. This should not be happening. Not now, not at 39 years old.
We were mature adults not teenagers. I wasn’t a “girlfriend stealer”. To be fair to myself, though, she wasn’t Steve’s girlfriend. And she didn’t seem interested. So was that free game?
I should
Something about the look in her eyes told me she wanted me. Or was my ego getting in the way of the truth?
I didn’t know if she was gay. I didn’t know if Steve would be angry. All I knew was I had to see her again.
Chapter 6
I awoke the next morning with a violent headache and cursed myself for staying out so late on a work night. My alarm clock read 5:00 AM and I knew it was going to be a long day.
It wasn’t until I got out of the shower and my phone vibrated that I remembered everything that had happened the night before. I quickly ran out of the bathroom to my bed where my phone sat. Picking it up hastily, I searched the screen for Lexi’s name. Nope, it was just a text from Steve.
“Hey I’m picking up breakfast burritos for work. Come hungry . J ” Steve was such a great guy. I absolutely adored our friendship. Was a girl really worth putting everything on the line for? Internal combat struck again and I groaned with annoyance at my own self.
When I arrived at work Steve stood outside of the locker room with two grease-stained bags and some coffee. I had never been so excited for anything. As we chowed down in the cafeteria he asked me over and over again what I thought about Lexi.
I tried to keep my mouth preoccupied with food as to avoid saying too much. Yes, she was cute; yes, he had a chance; yes, she was a good singer. I nodded in agreement to everything he said but didn’t know how to answer his next question.
“How late were you guys out last night? Did you two have fun?” he asked.
“Oh we left about thirty minutes after you did,” I lied. “We had a good time but it just wasn’t a lot of fun without you. I could tell she was bummed when you left.”
“She was?” His eyes lit up. Maybe I had pushed it a little too far with that last line.
“Mmhmm,” I decided that no words were better than any words and proceeded to stuff my face with more breakfast burrito.
“You seem tense,” he looked at me with concern.
“Just tired,” I got up from the table before he could press on and we headed out the door.
The day was fairly slow which normally I would have appreciated if I hadn’t been looking for something to distract my mind with. Lexi texted me three times and it took everything in my willpower not to text her back.
I also tried to make as little interaction with Steve as possible. I knew he knew something was up but I couldn’t find any excuse other than “I’m Tired”.
By the end of the day I was emotionally drained and ready for bed. I said goodbye to Steve and headed home. The 3 unread text messages glowing on my phone seemed to be mocking me. Every time I lit up my phone to see what time it was there they were.
Finally at home, alone and on my couch I decided to read the messages.
9:03 AM “Good Morning!”
10:42 AM “Are you as hungover as me?”
2:56 PM “Helloooo?”
I hit reply and stared at the blank screen for ten minutes. Before I could even think of what I was saying I hit send.
“Sorry, I was slammed all day at work. Yes I was hungover as hell. Let’s hang out again soon.”
I read my sent message over and over again before throwing my phone down into the carpet. What was I thinking? My best friend would be devastated. But she was so perfect I just couldn’t get her out of my head.
I guess I never thought that this would happen to me again, seeing as my best friend was a straight man. Back in college, it happened a lot. The lesbian circle was only so big, and we had all dated each other. Ever since I graduated I have steered clear of all lesbian cliques to avoid that drama. This should not be happening. Not now, not at 39 years old.
We were mature adults not teenagers. I wasn’t a “girlfriend stealer”. To be fair to myself, though, she wasn’t Steve’s girlfriend. And she didn’t seem interested. So was that free game?
I should
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