He Loves Me Not *Under Editing*

Let's talk about you.

I felt the phone buzzing in the back of his pocket.  He sat us up and fished it out of the back of his pocket.  I saw a C before he glided his finger along the answer button and held it up to the ear so the screen was facing away from me.  "Hey, sorry I called you earlier."

"No problem, I thought something was wrong."  It was a muffled woman's voice, I took it to be Chyna's and let the eavesdropping continue.

"Something is wrong in essence, and I don't know whether to tell you or let Cyd take care of it."  I shook my head vigorously and he glanced over.  "Nevermind, I'll text you in a minute then."

"Okay, um I need a girl's day so is it okay if I steal Chicha for the day?"

"If I wear a dress can I come?"

"Maybe, but you have to let Ru Paul do your makeup."

"I'll pass then, I'll just call Ca- um Caleb."

"It's okay, that asshole can be around anyone but me."  They said their goodbyes and hung up.  I looked away from the screen as his fingers flew across the small screen with the explanation of why he called earlier.  

Together, we retreated to the cabin of the truck and once it turned on, Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machines vibrated through his sound system.  It was beautiful.  Chyna responded to his text.  'Oh shit' has never been such a comical answer compared to what happened.  We ignore the message as we go down the highway.  He drives rather quickly, and it makes me a little scared.  "Alex, why are you going so fast?"

"I have stuff I gotta do and I have to get you to Chyna."  Umm, not sure how I felt about that but okay.  

He got us to Chyna's house in about forty-five minutes.  I didn't let him kiss me goodbye, I just ran up the steps to her small house.  She answered at the first knock and pulled me inside.  Alex's car was long gone.  She gave me a big hug as we rushed up to her room.  Her mother waved and handed Chyna a bag of chips as we passed the kitchen.

Her room had changed since the last time I had been in it.  Band posters dressed the walls and a darker, almost macabre bedspread adorned her mattress.  I saw goth outfits dangling from her closet.  This was way different from the Chyna I knew and loved.  "When the hell did you do this?"

"A couple days ago, right after the breakup."

"Why goth?"

"I don't know, it just felt right I guess.  The people at Hot Topic helped me pick the stuff out."

"Well, you definitely have the body for it.  You just seem like too nice of a person for this."

"Eh."  Eh?  Did she start burying bodies in her backyard?  Was my innocent little friend becoming no so innocent?

I sat on the edge of her bed and opened the salty junk food.  She retrieved a few sodas from her disguised mini fridge and joined me on the place of sleep.  "So, I take it you don't want to talk about your misadventures right now, so let me begin.  Have I moved on?  I'd like to think so.  Do I still care about him?  Definitely.  I would drop everything to be back together with him and know he actually wanted me back.  I know, I'm mine before I am anyone else's and I need to put my priorities first, but he was a part of me.  I wanted to be his favorite hello and his hardest goodbye, but for some reason, I feel like it was the opposite."

"Chai, we accept the love we think we deserve.  Right now, there are people all over the world who are just like you, lonely, broken up with, and missing somebody.  They are in love with people they shouldn't be.  They wish, dream, hope, and look out the window hoping that every time a car pulls up that it's him.  You could tell them everything and they would understand.  You're never alone.  I may not understand, but when Alex and I did break up the two times, it hurt like hell.  Maybe you just need to get out there as a single lady and that will help you move on."

"I'm not single, I'm not taken.  I am simply on reserve for the one that deserves my heart."

"Beautifully spoken, but have you gone on any dates?"

"No."  She looks at the hand holding her drink and frowns.  I sigh and rub the skin between my eyes.  I have to set her up with someone so she can get over out used to be friend.  I don't know how enthralled she will be about this, but it's now or never.

I grab her hands and set down our stuff on her desk.  What better place to pick up guys than the mall? We retreat to her car and I get behind the wheel.  Thank god it's an automatic.  "Where are we going Cydney?"

"Hell if we don't change our ways."

"Ha ha ha, seriously."

"I guess you will have to wait and see."

"Ugh, fine.  But if you crash my baby I'll kill you."  I cringe at the memory of when I crashed my first car.  "Sorry."

"It's alright."  I speed to the mall like my boyfriend did earlier to get me here.  We make it there in no time flat and I pull us into the sports center.  Really cute guys are usually there.

The second we walk up to the door, BAM! We run into a really tall, cute guy.  I stutter and back up with Chyna laughing next to me.  Once I get a good look at his face I know that Chyna would like him.  "I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, but if you ever need it, I'll let you run into my chest anytime."

"I don't think my boyfriend would like that, but I know my friend here would."  I pull Chyna in front of me and the guy gets a good look at her.  

"Hi, my name is Andrew."

"Chyna.  So, what sport do you play?"

"I'm a baseball player."

"That explains the nice ass."  She twists around to his back and he blushes.

"I guess it would.  So, what are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Wallowing in self-pity, lunch with myself- I can't cancel that again - and a date with a really cute guy I hope."

"Who's the guy?"

"Well, he's on the baseball team, and I just met him."

"Soooo, eight?"

"Works for me."  They exchange numbers and he heads to his car.  I pull us inside before she gets another ten numbers.  My plan worked!  It actually worked!  I am so happy and can't stop grinning as I push us through the shop so we can wander around.  As much as we love cute guys, we hate sports.

We circle the mall while making jokes until Satan comes up to us.  I don't want us to talk to him, but it looks like we have no choice.  I just hope Chyna will remember that murdering people is a felony and there are too many witnesses.  He stalks up to us holding flowers.  

"Go away Cameron."

"Just hear me out first."