Zane Cyrus is a moody boxer from England. He hates small talk, fake politeness, happiness and most of all he hates it when people can't mind their own business.
Calista-Mae is the epitome of sweet. She cares deeply for those around her and will go...
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CALISTA
I HAVEN'T seen Zane in nearly a month. Me and Mikey have been texting everyday but haven't met up and Zane has been radio silent.
It feels weird to admit but I miss him. He became a very big part of my life very quickly and now I'm left with a gap that I'm struggling to fill. I think Zane was a good distraction from from Wyatt and suddenly I've been confronted with feelings that I've been ignoring. So I guess I've started to properly move on now that there's no distraction.
Time has flown by and it's nearly been three months since I left Wyatt. I'm definitely over the break up but getting over the abuse is a different story. You don't just 'get over' abuse, at least I can't right now. But I am getting sick of the victim mentality that I seem to be stuck in because it's draining to pity myself constantly. I wish that I could just forget it ever happened.
I wish it never happened.
A coworker asked me out the other day, his name was Ethan and he works on the paediatric ward. He's nice enough and I couldn't stop myself from accepting despite me not feeling ready to date ever again.
I told Katherine about it and she was surprised that I accepted, knowing how I feel about dating but she wasn't disapproving of it. I've thought about cancelling but dismissed the idea, it's just a harmless dinner.
And that's why I'm now getting ready to go to dinner at a nice Italian place. I pick out a black top with a matching black maxi skirt, curl my hair and put on a bit of make-up. I double check with him that we're still on for tonight and he confirms it.
Before leaving my apartment I look at myself in the mirror. I look cute and decently dolled up but it's nothing too much. In an attempt to stop my shaking hands I run them down my skirt and I take a deep breath.
I'm very nervous for tonight. This is a big step, I mean going on a date three months after a break up, what on earth was I thinking? But Ethan seemed nice and this doesn't have go any further. I should go and have fun because I deserve it. I need to do something adventurous for once in my life.
My phone buzzes letting me know that my uber is here and I start making my way downstairs. The driver is nice enough and the drive is pretty quick. I end up getting to the restaurant just in time and so I message Ethan, letting him know that I'm here.
Once I'm inside the cozy Italian restaurant I get us a table in the corner and tell them that I'm waiting for someone. Feeling anxious I check my phone and frown when I notice that he hasn't read my message.
Maybe he's driving?
Twenty minutes roll by and I'm served with free bread, I distract myself by eating it.
"Would you like to order?" A blonde woman asks and I shake my head.
"Sorry I'm still waiting, they're running a bit late." I lie.
