Love you to Death

empty ice cube trays and pizza rolls

My phone rings and I go answer it.

"Hello" I must have sounded like a whiny bitch.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Angie asks, concerned.

"Hey Angie, your are not going to fucking believe this freaking shit." I let her know about my current problem.

"Fuck, female blue balls from hell, huh?" Angie is my homie for a reason. We both know how to turn a phrase.

"He didn't even really give a reason. He just said he had to go. What the hell? You could at least tell me why." I am aggressively tearing the piece of paper I am using as a bookmark.

"I told some of the people I work with about the bar we went to last night, and they wanna go check it out. Do you wanna go? You might see him there then rub it in his face when you find someone else to take home instead." I will give her points for pettiness, and creativity. I am not really excited to go back to the bar, but I sure don't want to stay here and be miserable.

"I am not sure how I feel about revenge fucking, but I will go back out. I didn't spend all my grocery money on drinks last night so I will do it tonight." We both laugh. She knows how it is. "I will see you after a while. Bye"

"Cool, bye" I don't feel like putting as much effort into my look tonight. Jeans and my NIN cropped t-shirt, TA DA! Minimal makeup and a ponytail.

Angie and her work friends didn't get to my apartment till 10:00pm. I guess there is some drama going on that I honestly don't care about. Walking down to their car. I see Peter getting out of his car. I hop in the car to avoid him. Angie yells a few obscenities at him from the window while flipping him the bird. We get to the bar, and it is packed again. It's a slightly different crowd tonight. I am not loving Angie's work friends. Most of them were drunk when they picked me up. They go dancing or something. Which is not my thing. I found a seat at the bar and got comfortable. My bartender friend from last night is here again.

"Hey your back! Do you need a drink?" I guess I looked bummed cause he cocked his head to the side. "Are you ok?"

"Oh...yeah I'm good. Yes, to the drink too." I lit my own cigarette and tried to smile like it was not a big deal.

"Here this one is on me." He smiled at me and it made me feel a little better. He seems sweet. Not my usual type, but obviously my type is all shit. 

"Thanks" I smile back and take a sip. He winked at me and went to take care of other people.

 He checked on me often. He would talk and flirt with me when he had a minute. He was really cute, and I liked the band on his shirt. He had tattoos on his arms. You could tell he was working on sleeves. He told me his name was Clay. He was around 6' with an athletic build. Beautiful sparkly blue eyes, and golden blonde hair. He looked sweet and approachable despite the tattoos. He was defiantly Not my usual type, but he had oodles of potential. Angie and her friends came over. There are a few guys with Angie's friends and Angie looks pissed.

"Hey, they are ready to go. Are you good to go? It's going to be a little cramped in the car now because some people are giant sluts!" She yells so most of the bar looks over at us. Her friends laughed but she was seriously pissed. Clay taps me on the shoulder.

"Which one of them is driving?" He asks. I shrugged. I don't know. He gives me a disapproving look like a parent would. "Do you have to leave now or can you wait another hour? If you can wait I will take you home." Well, He has been nice this whole time. I don't get a creepy stalker vibe from him. He is pretty hot too. So maybe I will even invite him in.

"Guys, I got a ride y'all go on. Please be careful Angie, call me tomorrow." I waved bye to them and was glad I didn't have to ride in that mess. I turn back to Clay.