From Worse to Worse

6. I Can't

The house seemed empty now with all of Chris' things gone. There was more space in the closet, on the bathroom counter and on top of the dresser. He had come by later that week to finish getting his things.

Before he left he said,"I know you don't like clichés but I would like to be friends. I know it'll probably take time to get there, but I would like to get there...eventually...if you don't mind."

"We will...eventually...promise." I replied as we smiled and locked pinkies.

He had been gone a month but it felt like much longer. Leesa had called me to apologize and surprisingly I was receptive to it. We're not friends, but she's not on my 'let-me-catch-yo'-ass' list.

Things had gone from getting worse to getting better. Yeah, me and Chris aren't together but we had run our course anyway. We had gone as far together as the universe would allow.

The course I had with Steve was smooth but inconsistent. That was to be expected though considering. We still spent time together, talked on the phone for hours, fucked like rabbits...but he always had to slip away. Which, again, was to be expected.

When we talked he spoke about us in future tense but still in the same boat. That's not what I wanted...but I wanted him and I would take him however I could.

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"Damn girl, you making me late for work," he smiled tucking his now limp dick into his slacks.

"Should've called off," I smiled back.

"I'll be back after I hit the gym tomorrow."

He kissed me and then slipped away.

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The next day when I got home I hadn't heard from Steve so I text.

Hey

Not a good time. My girl here. I'll hit up latr

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Three more days passed and I still hadn't heard from Steve since the last text. So I text again.

Hey

Busy. Hit u latr

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It had been been two weeks and it was taking everything in me to not send 'the-pissed-off-three (plus)-paged text'. I felt like things had got better just to get worse...again!

I hadn't told my sister about me and Steve and I didn't want to start off with this, so I just kept it to myself.

I sat in the office staring at the messages we had exchanged over the past month. From sweet and flirty just-because messages to unavailable messages. Which I should've known was to be expected...considering.

Most chicks would've taken a hint after the last text but I wasn't one of them. I had always been the type of girl to 'know what' but wanted to 'know why.' I typed and erased messages unsure of what to say:
Hey Deleted
What's up? Deleted
What happened? Deleted
Are we done? Deleted
Seriously? Deleted
Should I stop... Sent

Before I could realize what had happened I received a text back.

What do you want from me?

Idk... Deleted
Consistency Deleted
Are you serious?! Sent

We shouldn't have...

Shouldn't have what?

Any of it...

As I was typing another message came through.

I can't do this

I stared at his words in disbelief.

Steve! You were the one who initiated this whole fucking thing!

I'm in a relationship Nite.

YOU WERE IN A FUCKING RELATIONSHIP WHEN YOU FUCKING INITIATED IT!!!

Shit happened.

That's not telling me shit...

She's pregnant...I don't know what else to tell you...I just can't do this

Take care Steve.

Aight u to

Shit always goes from worse to worse...