Don't Expect me to Fall in Love

Chapter 24

It was probably a dream.

I yawn to my phone buzzing, indicating a text message from an unknown number,

I'm taking you out tonight at 6. Laser tag. Wear something comfortable.

Or maybe it wasn't a dream...

I reply,

Huh?

The unknown number,

This is Jessie btw.

Butterflies,

Oh. How did you get my number?

Jessie,

Bri.

I reply and shed an imaginary tear of disappointment, but more relief,

I can't I'm working all day

Jessie,

Promise?

He's probably worried I'm too scared to come (which isn't too weird of a worry). It's not that I don't want to see last night's makeout partner, because my hormones certainly do, without a doubt, but another part of me is dreading the next time we speak. Like I have a really big urge to just like push him against a wall and bite his lip really hard-

Woah but this time my excuse is true so I answer honestly,

Promise.

Jessie,

Okay talk to your gorgeous face later.

Me,

Bye.

Talk to your gorgeous face later? The thought of the text on the locked iPhone now sitting on my bed makes me laugh. Cheesiness has never been something I've been comfortable with. It actually gives me the urge to gag. It's just so uncomfortable, and how do you ever know for sure that it's sincere? You don't.

He was probably kidding anyway.

Or trying to get frenched again.

I realize.

I should not want to see Jessie.

This is against everything I stand for. He's probably just using me to get back at Sidney. I can't be like the other woman. That would be so jacked up. Every though I hate her. And they are broken up. It's the reason. He just wants to kiss and dis. Or have a friend (or enemy in this case?) with benefits. That's why he wanted to do something.

Laser tag is code for make out. It makes sense. Laser tag, LT, less talking. Less talking equals more kissing.

Nice try Jessie. Nice try.

I smile, a tenth relieved and ninety percent disappointed.

Wow those odds really don't add up. No matter, I have a really good playlist for this feeling.

I turn on my phone again and grab my headphones.... Oh ish. It's not Saturday. It's Tuesday. And it's 8:10. And school started twenty five minutes ago.

I sigh and roll my eyes, and Jessie's going to be at school.

Sweet sauce.

Right when I was going to listen to my playlist and get over him too.

Oh life, look what you've done.

Actually...

My tummy kind of hurts. I could miss today.