sHe (Haylor)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Rachel is laughing the whole time at lunch. I'm not sure if it's because I've had lettuce in my teeth for ten minutes or because she's still not over "Taylor". Her smile makes me smile and distracts me from actually thinking about "Taylor"

"How did you even find her name?" I ask, biting into the last bite of my burger.

"I know some people" she giggles, "I went to the bar you work at, I started asking some guys if they've taken a girl home, they said yeah and showed me a picture. Of course she gave the fake name to a number so I googled if the number was attached to anyone. And it was. A Scott Swift. Next came Facebook, I spent only a few minutes going through his Swift friends and found Taylor" she holds pride in her stalking. Another thing that makes me proud, but scared, of her.

I nod to the response, taking it in that I can find Taylor on Facebook and see for myself who she is.

Another part of me doesn't even want to try. I mean, she turned me down once and then didn't even acknowledge me at the hospital. I wonder if she works there...?

No, I don't think so, only because she asked me why I smoked if I was in medical school. She wouldn't ask me a question she already knew the answer to. She doesn't work at the hospital, but I wonder why she was there.

It's a big city and I hope I can see her again to ask more questions. I want her, I do, but I'm not sure if I just want the mystery of her or actually her.

Kind of like how it is with Rachel. I don't want her, but I only want the sex part of her; the rock your world any day part of her. I would have completely wanted her and shown that when she asked me to be exclusive. My feelings bounce back and forth with Rachel but when I sit down and think about it, I don't want her.

My perspective is always going to change on how I see her, in bed or in a restaurant, naked or clothed, I see all different sides of her. And when she's bare on my bed, asking me to come closer, I want nothing more than her. But as I sit across the table with her and don't know how to change the topic or seem interesting, I don't want to connect with her.

That could just be our personalities. We both value sex but other than that, she likes dogs, I like cats. She enjoys sitting by the pool, I enjoy sitting on the beach. We are different, and I see that as her chest is covered up with fabric and her legs have disappeared in the clothes she calls skinny jeggings.

I ask for the check from our waiter and pay both sides of the meal. Rachel claims I don't need to do that, but I felt like giving. She found "Taylor" for me, the least I can do is buy her lunch.

"What are your plans the rest of the day?" Rachel steps out from the booth, asking me

"Studying, I have a test in a cadaver lab tomorrow"

"Okay, just call when you're lonely" she smiles with her deep dimple on the right side. Rachel gives me a hug and kiss on the cheek before I open the car door for her.

I wait to get into my car, watching her peel out into the road. My drive is essentially quick compared to the drive to the hospital. I don't mind it to be honest, driving that is. My sister, Gemma, she used to take me in her Volkswagen Golf, wherever we wanted when our parents started fighting; after the divorce.