Tak'n Awey

▽. 9

"Don't forget to call me when you get home, Mahrie. I gotta make sure you made it safe. Be ready at 8:30!"

"Justin, I will."

He exits the garage in his fancy, fast car as I follow him. I'm not sure if this is supposed to be happening between us, but it is and I'm excited. Though, in the back of my mind, the two things I continuously am trying to ignore is that he is years older than I, and, this seems too good to be true. In one night, I've met the guy I've never dreamed of, I lost my virginity to the stranger, and now I'm going on a date with him? Is this normal? I'm totally brainwashed.

I am halfway home when I receive a phone call from Dewayne. My stomach tingles, turning into a frayed knot. I become exhaustingly nervous. My breaths are cut into two inhales per second. I don't want to speak to him just as much as I didn't want to be bothered with him. Though, now, he must know my phone is activated. It rings all the way through when it's fully charged.

I answer with an arid voice.

"Hello?"

"Mahrie?"

Who else could it be? "Yeah..."

Dewayne heaves a sigh of relief, "Wow? What the hell? Where have you been? I've been calling you like crazy. I was trying to tell you that--"

"Dewayne, I didn't get into the event because one, you didn't call me and tell me the parking was 30 dollars, two, the door guards, were complete assholes, and three you didn't even want to talk to me while I was on the way there!"

Dewayne feels as if I have offended him, so his voice escalates higher, "What?? I did call you!"

My need of explaining myself is very low and so is my tolerance. How can he sit there and lie to me on the phone and act completely innocent when he caused me the worst night of my entire life? Tell me, please. I really would like to know.

"No Dewayne, you didn't. The whole time I tried getting to the house, I didn't receive a single phone call from you. Plus, you were acting brand new when we were on phone and I didn't have time for that. You caused me to have the worst night in my life."

"What!?!?! Okay, okay, okay listen... I'm sorry. I really am. But you couldn't get into the party anyway, because it was cancelled an hour later. My dad had a heart attack." Dewayne pauses, tries to flush out the vex in his voice, and achieves slightly, "I called you plenty of times. At the hospital, at my house; every damn minute in the day I tried calling you. I even went to your house. I didn't see your car and your parents didn't even know where you were."

 "They never do, Dewayne--"

"That's not the point," he responds chopping off the end of my sentence. Again, he takes a moment to breathe and hold his composure together. "Look, I know you're still mad and I really am sorry, Mahrie. I'm... I'm down the street from your house. Are you home?"

"No, I'm on my way home."

"From where? Where were you?"

I get baffled and don't want to explain anything to him. He's not my fucking father, and even if he was my dad, I wouldn't tell him shit. "Dewayne, I don't--"

"Okay, okay, you don't have to tell me, but can I come over so we can talk?"

No. Say no Mahrie. Just say it. It's not that hard. You have to prepare for an interview and a date. You don't have time for Dewayne. No time at all. Screw him--

"Yeah, sure."

Dewayne's voice becomes a bit enlightened and relieved. I hope he doesn't think this is the icing on the cake. It's NOT over. "Aight, I'll be waiting on you."