Together

Chapter 10

We all took paid time off for two weeks and headed to Florida. All of us put our money together to get hotel rooms.

We already did everything. We're heading to where Brody and I used to live now.

It's November second.

When we finally arrive, we park out front of our old work.

"Guys, let's all gather around." Brody says.

He pulls me across the street to the exact spot we parked my car and drank those beers.

"Everyone knows our story, right?" Brody asks. "I forgot my notes?"

Everyone nods, confused. He takes a deep breath. "I have a confession to make."

"What?" I ask, nervous.

"Well...two. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you'd get mad."

I cringe, nervous.

He takes a deep breath.

"The day before I forgot my notes, I admitted to Ryan, one of our coworkers, that I thought you were hot. He bet me that I couldn't get you to go out with me."

It was a bet.

"I got mad at him and told him you don't just bet on girls. I don't know if you remember, but earlier that day, there was a fight in the office."

I nod slowly.

"Yeah. I broke the fight up and threatened to fire both of you, and then I moved where you guys sat." I whisper.

He nods.

"I got to thinking after the fight, and by that time, I convinced myself that nobody wanted me because I had been single forever. I was miserable for the rest of the day, all that night, and all of the day that I forgot my notes. Well at the end of the day, I passed your office. Everyone had left but I had a lot of work. My notes were in my hand. I hear heard you sniffle and I stopped outside of your door. You were on the phone with someone. You said, and I swear this still haunts me to this day, you said, 'just stop, okay, I'm going to fucking die alone.'"

"I remember that." I mutter. "I was on the phone with Zoe."

He nods. "The second I heard that, I realized you were single and that I still had a chance, so I said fuck it, turned around and put my notes back on my desk, and went home."

"You left them on purpose?" I whisper.

He nods.

"I waited a bit, and I called you. I was so nervous. I could hear your frustration, but I grabbed two beers and left them in the truck, and I waited. I knew you could've fired me for attempting to flirt with the boss, but I could tell you had a bad day. And it worked."

Okay that's the end!