"Stop." I say to Derek who is inches from my lips.
He sighs, leans back into his seat, and looks down, "Sorry."
I shake my head, "No, it's not you."
He nods and turns back to the front, "It's him, isn't it?"
I close my eyes, maybe it really was Jared. I still felt that warmth when I said his name, I still wanted to feel his arms around me. "Yes, He still. . . he's still in my heart."
Derek nods again and hangs his head. His arms rest on the steering wheel. The awkwardness begins to build as we sit there, avoiding eye contact. Derek finally steps out of the car and gets the door for me. He walks me to the front door and says good night.
"I hope everything works out between you and him." Derek purses his lips and hands me my bag.
"Me too. Thank you Derek." I smile and grab my bag.
He nods and walks back to his car. After his tail lights are out of sight, I step inside and head up stairs and pack for Sunday.
***
Jared's P.O.V.:
Addison grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me closer to her, then pushes me against the wall. As her hips crash into mine she starts to fumble with my belt buckle. Her lips brush against mine, refusing to listen to my resistance.
"Addison, stop. Please." I say, holding her shoulders away from mine.
She pulls her leg up and rests it on my hip, and my left hand immediately swats it down.
"C'mon baby, let me see whats under those clothes." She breathes on me, the smell of alcohol prominent on her breath.
I push her a little harder and she lets go, "No, Addison. We can't."
"Why," She crosses her arms and sticks our her hip, "Because were colleagues?"
I hear the murmurs from her friends in the corner, calling me names and pushing Addison to just punch me.
"Because I'm in love with someone else!" I raise my voice, raising my hands so they'll shut up.
Everyone's jaws dropped and looked straight at me. Addison dropped her hands to her sides, and stood straight at me, "What?"
"I don't know why I lead you on, Addison. You're a sweet girl and I shouldn't have done it. Eventually you'll find someone but its not me. I'm sorry."
"That's fucked up, man" I hear one of the men in the corner say, taking a break from his girl.
"Yeah what an ass." one of the girls say.
I turn around and leave, feeling like a complete asshole. I get in my car and find my phone on the passengers seat. I pick it up to call Shannon and see if he wanted to get a beer or something, I just needed to fucking relax right now.
I press the power button and am shocked when I see a text from Dawson. She was going to fly in Sunday and was willing to meet Monday, somewhere public though. Without a second thought I told her we could go to that pizza place that we went to before around noon.
As the message sent, my smile grew ear to ear. Seconds later, I got a response:
Okay. I have something to tell you too.
Suddenly, I couldn't wait for Sunday.
***
Dawson's P.O.V.:
