We're In This Together

8. Saying You Miss Me

Roxy's POV

I've been texting and calling Charlie for weeks. I saw the fear in her eyes; I know she didn't want to kick me out. I know she probably has an explanation for how she changed. I know there has to be something, some reason, for her being a completely different person.

When I told Rachel that, she said I'm wrong and that I need to move on and not give her a 'second chance'. But I think listening to her explanation and having a mature conversation about it all isn't giving a second chance; it's actually trying in a relationship and communicating instead of giving up on what we have, whatever we have.

Either way, Charlie hasn't answered me in weeks, and I got the hint today, right now, when I tried to call her...and it went straight to voicemail.

She blocked me. Or she just eagerly declined my call.

Either way, I get the hint now. I understand. But... it's hard to think that I wasted two whole months on someone and actually started to care for someone, for them to lead me on and ghost me.

I don't know what to do; so, instead of crying like I've been doing for the past weeks, I stare off into space before turning on my tv and watch All American like nothing happened.

***

"Uh, hi, I'm calling to say I won't be at work again."

"Oh, that flu must be brutal, huh?"

"Yeah, it's got me down for weeks. I'll come in when I feel better."

"Alright. Ba-bye," The southern receptionist says before hanging up.

I put my phone down and sigh with a frown. I haven't missed this much work in forever. Good thing I have so many vacation days or I would literally be fired over a 'breakup'—or whatever you wanna call it.

Looking around my room, I feel alone again. I look down at what's in my hand, a tub of ice cream that's already almost gone. Disgust turns in my stomach, there's no way that I'm letting self-pity get the best of me this much.

I pick up my phone and dial the number I need to call...worried it's gonna be awkward.

"Casey Lehman, personal trainer's assistant, how can I help you?"

Smiling, I say, "Hey, Casey, can you set me up a session with Peyton O'Mar, and tell her it's for Roxy Montgomery, please."

Casey squeals on the other line. "Oh! Hi, Roxy! Of course, I can set that up for you. Is there any specific day you want? Time?"

"One day this week will be nice. Probably about 5-6."

"Alright! I have an opening for tomorrow, at 5 o'clock. Sound good?"

"Sounds good. Thank you, Casey!" I smile as I nod even though I know she can't see me.

"Any time for you, Roxy. Have a good day."

"You too!"

I hang up the phone and suddenly I feel way better, like I'm actually fixing to get over this whole thing and get over Charlie. I've already mourned and eaten a shit ton of ice cream, which I feel extra guilty for—I don't eat sweets for a reason.

I'm gonna get over Charlie. I have to.

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Charlie's POV