Awkward Meet Normal

Chapter Fourteen

Annabelle

Dash had not reached out to me in four days. He was sticking to the seven days.

I was surprised.

And was I annoyed? Even though I should not be.

Yes. I felt like such a girl.

It was his fault. That damn kiss was all I could think about. Dream about even. I woke up to the kiss being replayed, but the dream did not stop there; it continued. 

I had been fighting the thought of Dash and me, and I still was. I had thought about going and picking up a one-night stand and bringing him back to my apartment. Maybe that would get that kiss out of my mind, but I knew it wouldn't.

So I broke the rule.

On day six, I was the one waiting outside of his townhome.

And I instantly regretted it.

"Annabelle?" He said parking his car in the driveway instead of pulling it into the garage. A blonde woman was sitting in the front passenger seat.

Fuck.

I look at the car and then at him. He had jumped out of the driver's side so fast. The blonde was still sitting in the car. She seemed like she did not know what to do.

"Forget that I came," I said, standing up and walking down the steps.

I wore my black dress today. Everyone has a black dress; it is business attire yet makes you look terrific. I knew I looked amazing, and I felt amazing.

Well, I had felt amazing—past tense. Now I felt embraced. My cheeks turned a shade of pink.

I got myself into these messes: no one else, me.

"Why would I forget it?" He asked, looking me down and up from the bottom of the steps. "I'm sorry to break it to you, but the picture of you in this dress is never being scrubbed from my memory."

I walk down the six steps to him. I would have to walk to the corner and order an uber.

I had fucking uber all the way here, and he had a woman in his Range Rover.

To be fair, I told him to date. He did say no, as if it was unthinkable. But still, I had no right to be mad.

But I was fuming.

It made zero sense. After taking this ridiculously tight black dress off, I needed to go home and drink wine by myself out of the wine bottle.

My eyes look back at the woman. She is sitting in the passenger seat, her head looking down at her phone. She was awkward out as well. Great, it was my specialty; why should this not be different?

Dash starts to laugh.

"I'm glad you find this so comical." I spat.

"What I find comical is you are jealous, Annabelle."

"No, I am not." I proclaim. I wasn't.

I so was.

I was pathetic, and now he knew it.

"You are. Admit it."

"I will admit no such thing."

He crossed his arms over his chest, so I did the same. Except it was the black dress, which meant my tits were pushed up even more.

"You are a sight, Annabelle."

He was having fun with this, toying me while he had another woman in his vehicle.