Travis didn't call...
And I am so not bothered!
The fact that I deleted his number from my cell phone this morning is just me saying 'I've made peace with the past now I can move on' it definitely doesn't mean that I'm pissed because I sat up half the night waiting for him to call only to have him completely blow me off.
I look down at the 5 broken pencils littering my desk and decide I simply don't know my own strength.
Fashion design is a difficult thing-especially when you spend hours designing a dress only to then look at it and realise that it's almost exactly the same as the dress you saw at the mall last Saturday that you really, really wanted but couldn't afford because you'd just spent your entire pay cheque on those really cute boots you couldn't say no to... it's even more difficult when you can't seem to keep a pencil in one piece
I steal a glance at my cute pink cell phone and no it's not to see if Travis has called to grovel at my feet.
Eva, my assistant, arrives with the coffee I ordered 20 minutes ago and I consider taking all of my frustrations out on her, using the guise of her being late as an excuse, but when I see the banana muffin she has brought me as an apology I decide just to vent instead.
Taking a sip of my coffee and enjoying the feel of the hot liquid burning my throat I ask the question that has been bugging women since time began
"Eva, why are all guys jerks?"
She looks at me, her turquoise eyes wide with surprise at my choice in conversation and then she appears to give it some really deep thought.
"Genetics?"
I laugh so hard that I almost choke on the first bite of my warm muffin
"It doesn't matter who they are or how much you think- hey, this guy is really different, he's really nice and sweet and he has the most amazing eyes and his hair... "
"Tay..." Evas voice cuts in just as I was getting ready to really rant over the uselessness of all men- especially those you think you can trust with your life and yet they can't even return a phone call.
Okay, it was a phone call that was probably 10 years too late but at least I had the guts to make it.
Has he called me once in the whole 10 years since we split up?
NO! and yet he had the nerve to tell me that I was the only one who did something wrong.
God, I wish I had never even gone to that stupid reunion- talk about opening Pandoras box!
Taking a breath I reply sweetly "Yes Eva?"
"I think the fact that they're guys means that they actually don't have a choice, jerkishness is just bred into them. Their Granpas were jerks- guaranteed, their Fathers were jerks- another guarantee so that pretty much means that any son shall therefore be a jerk"
I like the way this girl thinks, so smiling through a mouthful of sweet, cakey goodness I ask "Wanna date?"
"Sorry, I don't do chicks... just jerks apparently!" we both giggle so hard that Eva manages to spill black coffee on her new white Armani jacket. Screaming in horror she rushes from her seat in search of a dry cleaner.
Yes she should be working but I don't stop her because I too know the pain that comes from your favourite designer being introduced to your favourite refreshment. Believe me- Prada and Merlot is never a good look.
Suddenly the noise of something vibrating drags me from my fashion nightmare and as I pick up the phone a number that isn't recognised is calling me.
It could be work-related although it's office hours so they would know to call me here, it could be a wrong number- apparently my number is very similar to the number of somebody called 'John' because I've had 4 wrong number calls looking for him this month alone.
Then there's the possibility that it could be my good friend- the ever forgetful Travis Kelce... King of the jerks
I take a second to decide whether I should answer it and then yell abuse at him or whether I should just hang up on him.
I know from past experience that the silent treatment gets to him like nothing else on earth.
Grinning mischievously I press accept, I recognise the sigh before he ever speaks and I bite my lips in anticipation of the grovelling that will surely follow.
Unfortunately, 'Naughty Tay' who knows I'll get to him much more by saying nothing suddenly has control of my hand and before he can mutter one 'I'm sorry' I press end call and get back to looking cute at my desk.
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