The Nerd

Hangnail

Cash pulls up and I click my phone off shoving it in my back pocket. I open the door to be greeted by a smiling Cash. I smile back, sliding in the seat and setting my bag in the floor board in front of me.

"Hi." Cash says, with a smile.

I turn my head, looking at him, "Hey." I reply.

He leans over the console crashing his lips onto mine, I keep it short and pull back, he frowns at me but, starts to drive as I buckle my seatbelt.

"How was your day?" He ask, as he focuses on the road.

"Like usual." I say, looking out of the window.

He chuckles placing his right hand on my thigh.

I look at his hand and up at him but, he pays no attention as he continues driving with his right hand.

I shift in my seat crossing my legs so, his hands squeezed between my thighs.

"Where were you the other night?" I ask.

Cash looks at me with furrowed eyebrows then back at the road.

"What do you mean?" He ask, confusingly.

"The other night, you never picked me up from the cafe, I had to have somebody come pick me up.

He looks over at me, "Who picked you up?"

I cross my arms, "That's besides the point, why weren't you their?"

He sighs, pulling his hand off my thigh, "I'm sorry I got caught up in something."

"Whats that something?"

He looks over at me and back at the road, "Work related."

I hum, not believing his story.

"To busy to pick your girlfriend up huh?"

He sighs, "Come on Sam." He says, agitated.

"What?"

"I don't want to do this today." He says, turning into the apartment parking lot.

"Then don't forget your girlfriend next time." I say, agitated picking my bag up from the floor board and unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Sam, I told you it was work." He says, parking.

I open my door, stepping out "I'm not believing your story." I say.

I slam the door, walking up to his apartment door.

Like Clayton, he lives in apartments but, a different complex on the other side of town.

I hear his door slam as I lean on the door frame waiting for him to unlock it.

He walks up to the door, unlocking it. I step in and he walks in after me, shutting the door and grabbing my forearm pushing me up against the wall.

His hands find my waist and he stares at me, "I'm sorry, next time Ill leave and come get you."

I press my lips together pushing him off me.

"I need a shower." I say, walking to the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

******

I dry my hair off with the towel before hanging it over the shower door. I look at myself in the mirror adjusting my shirt and tights and combing through my long hair with my fingers.

Love. I use to believe. It was all I ever wanted and then things happened, life hit me and hard. Cash makes me feel happy makes me forget but, at the same time I don't know. I don't want to be just a bump in the road for somebody again and when he forgets me or acts like I'm not important, I feel like he does forget and I'm just a hang nail on his thumb, I don't matter.