Blurring the Lines 9: Phone Call

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Three Months Later

I laugh as I grab some more popcorn “He did not do that”

Ashlyn nods her head “He did and it gets worst”

“How could it be worst then that?”

“At the end of the date he thought I was going to sleep wit him”

I shake my head “He thought you were going to break him some off after that?”

“Yes and let me tell you something else I can never go back to that restaurant ever again”

“Please tell me you are never seeing that guy again”

“Oh trust believe that I'll never see him again”

My phone starts ringing I grab it off the coffee table “Malcolm” is written across my screen

“Kai are you okay?”

“It's him”

“Who?”

“Malcolm”

She smiles “Answer it!”

“No”

“Girl stop like you don't wanna talk to him”

“I don't”

“If you don't then I will”

I take a breath “Hello,” I say answering my phone

“You answered”

“Well you called to talk to me right?”

“Yeah but I thought I get your voice mail”

“If you want I can hang up and not answer”

“No,” He says quickly

“I was just joking”

He laughs “Oh”

Were both quiet for a moment

“So what's up?” I ask

He clears his throat “I'm back in town and I was hoping we could grab dinner and talk”

“No”

“C'mon Kaila it can be a real low-key dinner”

“I don't know”

“Please Kaila we can have at my place and I'll cook for you”

“This sounds like a date”

He chuckles 'It can be if you want it to”

I don't think my boyfriend would like that”

There is another moment of silence

“If he wants he can come too”

You don't mean that”

“You still can call me on my bullshit”

“Always”

“But for real though I would like to kick it with you”

“So when is dinner?”

“Tomorrow night at 8”

“Okay I'll see you then”

“Bye Kaila”

“Bye,” I end the call and place my phone in my lap

“So?” Ashlyn asks

“We're having dinner tomorrow”

She smirks “You and Mac are so getting back together”

“Did you forget that I have a boyfriend?”

“He's a rebound it's not like you guys are that serious”

I push her “We're not getting back together”

“Mhmm”

“Can't two old friends have dinner together?”

She rolls her eyes “If only it was that simple”

“I hate it when you're right,” I say knowing that when it comes to Malcolm nothing is ever simple.

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