He Could Be The One✔️

Meet her

Dom's POV

"Come on, meet the girl, man.  What do you have to lose?" Justin asked me.

"You mean like the last time; the girl was supposed to come to Cedar Point and conveniently had the stomach flu?" I asked while we shot a game of pool.

"She did. The girl doesn't get sick often, but when she does, she gets sick," Justin shrugged.

"Justin, I don't have time for games, you know that," I said, leaning over the pool table and taking a shot.

It was true. I didn't have much time for anything. If I went out, which was a rarity, it was usually to play some pool. I had other responsibilities to deal with in my life. My mom and dad were always telling me to get out of the house. They said that I needed a break.

I wasn't like that, especially with starting a new job on Monday.

"Look, how about this? The boys and I are hitting a club on Friday. The girls have plans of their own. We can go out, have some drinks and let loose," Justin suggested.

I was aiming my cue stick when I said, "Justin, I don't drink.  Why would a club even remotely interest me?"  Whack!

"Okay, then be the DD," he shrugged.

I walked around the pool table, looking for a shot. I knew Justin wouldn't let this go, "Fine, but if any of you get sloppy drunk, I'm calling you a taxi. I'm not cleaning up puke. I deal with that enough than drunk people.

"Fine, we won't get sloppy drunk," Justin mocked me.

Call me weird, but I was never one to drink. It didn't appeal to me, plus I had other responsibilities in my life.  My parents knew, and so did Justin. He found out by accident.

As for dating, I never brought a girl home. I went out a few times, but the minute the girls got clingy, I got gone. The whining was the worse. The girl always wants my undivided attention. I didn't have the time or patience for it.

I learned after my last relationship not to put up with bullshit, and I'm still dealing with my ex's shit.  The thought of it pissed me off.

Sarah is my ex. I got involved with her, which was my first mistake. She was bad news all the way.  It ended badly.  I can't stand her, and I wish I would have never met her, but I was young and stupid. She was fifteen at the time, and I was twenty. She lied about her age.  It was a mess.

My parents weren't happy. Luckily, dad worked with someone who knew an attorney that helped me.  He got me out of the mess that I got myself into but ended up with more than I planned.  That's the only thing that I don't regret.

I sunk another ball into a pocket as Justin's phone rang. He stepped away and took the call. I kept lining up my shots as I heard a familiar screech, high.

Not looking up, I said, "What?"

"Why aren't you returning my calls?" The banshee screeched.

"Why should I?" I hit another ball, landing it into the side pocket.

"Dominick!" She yelled.

I stood up and looked at my ex. "Sarah, do not come in here and make demands."

"But you aren't returning my calls," Sarah whined.

"I don't need to return your calls. We aren't together, and I have nothing to say to you," I shrugged.

"You had no problem fucking me," she snapped.

I was about to lose my shit, but I kept my cool, "Only because you lied to me like everything else. I was young and dumb, believing you."