Birthday girl (Dan Smith fanfic)

chapter 8

The rest of Friday went by fast with all the cleaning I had to do. Julie texted me or called me every half hour to check if the weird guy had texted me back. He did not, of course, which made me feel a lot better. I was ashamed of myself for getting totally smashed and sleeping with some random guy. If Julie stopped talking about him, I could easily just forget the whole thing happened, I don’t remember much anyway.

Saturday morning I had to get up early, I was lacking behind with my uni project. I’ve been avoiding my teacher  for the last 2 weeks so he would not find out. It’s just hard to get any of it done when I spend almost all my free time at the office. We had this deadline for an important job, and my boss was making me work my ass off. I afforded myself to take some time out for the party and yesterday, but that means work all weekend, from dusk ‘til dawn. Literally.

At about 9.30 I got another text from Julie. Then she called me 20 mins later. Then called 30 mins later. She texted again 10 mins later. I was getting real fed up with it. I had a lot to do, and her constant questioning slowed me down too much. The thing is, when I’m working like this, my eyes are usually stuck on the monitor, music with heavy bass thumping through my speakers. The one thing I keep close is my mobile, just in case someone wants something important. No one ever calls me most of the time anyways, so it usually doesn’t matter. But no matter how hard I tried to make her understand that I don’t have the time, she didn’t seem to bother at all. Anger built up in me, I swear next time she calls me I’m gonna shout at her. The stupid program I’m working with made me so annoyed  already, I didn’t need her calling and texting all the time at all. I just lost an hour’s work in a second, and I felt like throwing the whole computer out the window, I was fuming, I shouted real nasty things at my computer, not like it would help much. Then my phone went off... AGAIN!

-I AM FED UP WITH YOU! YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU BUT YOU’VE TAKEN IT TOO FAR! I DID NOT GET A TEXT! YOU KNOW DAMN WELL I’M BUSY!

- Ehm... sorry, if you’re busy we can speak later- who the fuck is this? Definitely not Julie, unless she changed gender.

- Oh gosh, I’m sorry, I thought it was someone else. Ehm, actually, who am I speaking to?

- Oh, sorry, I thought you had my number, since you texted me yesterday- YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! The weirdo? Really? I mean, REALLY?

-Ehm, I didn’t save it.

-I just wanted to say I looked all over the place but I couldn’t find your earring. I hope it wasn’t your favourite one- he sounded like he actually was sorry. I bet he really did look around searching for it. Poor guy, how easy it is to fool him.

-It’s alright, I can buy another one.

-Are you sure?- I was beginning to feel sorry for him. I almost laughed out, but I managed to control my voice.

-Yes, absolutely. Sorry, but I’m kind of in the middle of something...

-Oh yeah, I’m so sorry, I’m an idiot, clearly, you said you were busy.

-Yeah, I’ve got a lot to do for the weekend.

-Sure, alright, bye then, I guess.

-Bye bye- and I hung up.

I think I got rid of him fast enough. And when I tell Julie he didn’t say anything else she’ll finally leave me alone. Or at least I hope so... I can tell her later though, let’s focus on my project now.

I heard my message alert tone. Duh, so much for telling Julie later, I bet she sent the same text again.

Sorry, I understand you’re busy, just forgot to ask if you wanted to go out sometime maybe? It could be a compensation for your lost earring.  xx

What? WHAT? Go out? With him? I don’t need no compensation. This is all Julie’s fault. And I bet she’ll be proud of herself when I tell her. Shit. I feel sorry for the guy though, not just about the lie, but also because I shouted at him so bad. Lindsey, you can’t meet him. Nothing good would come out of it. I have had a one-night stand before, you’re not supposed to call eachother, never mind going on a date. I don’t want a relationship anyway. But what if he’s just onto sex? My fingers started tapping the screen.

Maybe sometime later next week.

I hit send. And immediately afterwards wished I hadn’t done that. I don’t even remember if it was good or not. I can’t even recall the guy’s face properly. Whatever, I can still come up with some excuse until that. Or maybe he’ll forget about it. Right. Better get back to work.