Stanford Girl

Complicated

Your POV:

"And that is what made me beat up the poor steering wheel." I finished.

"Wow. She really introduced you to her girlfriend after taking you out twice?" I nodded. "That's messed up. At first I was thinking, maybe she saw you as a best friend but two dates? Flying you out there for your support? That's serious."

"Yeah. Well I never really thought anything of it."

"Then why's it bothering you so much?"

"I feel bad for her girlfriend." I shrugged. "Was she cheating on her with me the whole time? I hate cheaters you know."

"I hear that." She raised her cup. "Last relationship. Bitch cheated with 2 different people." She shook her head. "Haven't really been able to trust anyone."

"Me too." I said. "I always questioned if I was gay or not in high school. Then this guy asked me out, played for the football team I said what the hell. We dated for a while and then he cheated on me. With my best friend." I finished. "Haven't been in a relationship since."

"We have a lot in common, Y/N." Eliza said. "Now for my new topic of writing. I'm gonna need to see you again." She said. "Can I have your number?"

"Sure." I smiled. She gave me her phone and I put my number in. "Thanks for listening."

"Thank you for the coffee." She said.

We got up and walked outside.

"You deserve better than that O'Hara girl. You're a beautiful, smart girl. She lost something special." I got to my car. "I'll call you."

"You don't want a ride?"

"My office is just a block away. I've got some work to do. I'll see you around Y/N." She waved.

"Try to avoid beating up more steering wheels."

"I'll try." She walked away. I started my car and drove back home.

I got out and cleaned up my house a little bit. Then my phone vibrated.

Can we talk?