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the truth at that point. I
really didn't know Bennett at all, so how could I possibly determine whether he
was capable of lying to me?
    I couldn't help but think about
his phone call, however, and that voicemail message. What did he say? Was he
apologizing? Asking for forgiveness or had he just been calling to say hello
and tell me that he was thinking of me?
    I kept checking my phone
periodically. I wasn't sure why. He didn't call back, nor did he send any
messages. He was probably wondering why I hadn't returned his call by now. He
could be completely confused about the whole situation. But was that really my
problem?
    Who was I kidding? I felt
terrible at the thought that he could be just as confused by the situation as I
was. Maybe he wanted to reassure me that everything was going to be okay and I
could trust him. Or maybe he had just called to make sure the rumors weren't
going to ruin his chances with my father.
    A message came in and I
practically snatched the phone up. Disappointed, I realized it wasn't Bennett,
just one of my classmates letting me know she got me notes for the class I
missed. I quickly texted her back, thanking her for doing that for me.
    “I thought you weren't going to
talk to him?”
    I glanced up, embarrassed that
Connie knew me so well. “I know. I'm acting ridiculous, aren't I?”
    “Well, if I have to remind you,
it was your decision to never see him again. You broke things off, so why are
you looking at your phone as if you're are wondering why he's not messaging
you?”
    “Maybe I should have listened to
that message.”
    Connie chuckled, “Yes, maybe you
should have. At least you would have known what he had to say. But you chose
not to and that's probably a good thing. So you need to stop worrying about it.
You have had a rough day, it's okay to have a meltdown – just let it go
for now.”
    “What if I'm wrong?”
    “I don't know, Emmi, I can't
answer that for you. I have no idea if Bennett is capable of this. I hope he
isn't.”
    “I'm so confused.”
    “Well, that is exactly why you
need to take a breather. Not to mention you’re currently in the process of
getting drunk. Not exactly the best time to make a phone call. Do you really
want to end up crying on the phone because you're drunk?” She laughed. So did
I, though the thought of that was a little frightening.
    “Yeah, you're probably right.”
    “Of course I'm right. You need
some time to think and calm down. If at that point you still want to talk to
him, then you can call him back. But right now, I think it would be a mistake.”
    I laughed. “Could you imagine if
I called him drunk? God, I might as well end my life at that moment. One minute
he would think I was this charming and beautiful woman, and the next he would
think I was a hot mess. That's not good at all.”
    “Nope. It would be an amusing
story to tell me the next day for sure, but probably not worth it.”
    “What do you think guys think of
drunk texts?”
    Connie smiled. “Well, it depends.
If it's for a booty call, I think they are all over that, unless you’re
sloppy.” We laughed. “If it's just messages sent while you're drunk, I think it
depends on the kind of messages. My ex used to tell me he thought my messages
were super cute and he always knew that I was thinking about him. But this one
guy used to tell me that a girl messaged him all the time when she was drunk and
her messages were so bizarre, he thought she was a candidate to be a stalker
and he just stopped talking to her.”
    I burst out laughing. “Seriously?
Wow, yeah I guess it really does matter.”
    Connie was probably right.
Becoming more of a fool wasn't exactly what I wanted at that moment. I took
another swig of my beer and ignored my phone.

 
    Chapter Four

 
    The drunker I got, the more I
wanted to listen to that message. What is wrong with me? Why was I so obsessed
with finding out what the message said? I should have been able to let it go,
but I couldn’t.