Gemma's POV
I'm an idiot. I'm a fucking idiot.
Somehow Grace - or Blisters, I guess - ended up in my passenger seat. I'd be freaking out about this if it wasn't for the fact that my mind is still replaying how much of an idiot I am.
I'm dropping her off at McDonalds because apparently that's where all the other girls have gone. Or something like that. I'll admit I didn't really listen to her, I just can't concentrate right now.
After our little talk, Grace said she was just going to finish the workout, and I joined her despite feeling like my legs were about to fall off any second. I was hoping it'd distract me, I guess. Isn't that what they always say about exercise?
It didn't work though. I just went from feeling like shit to feeling like shit even more.
I pull into the McDonalds parking lot and it takes all my willpower not to put my put my head into my hands and cry. This is where I messed up.
Not now, Gemma, just wait until Blisters leaves.
Gripping the steering wheel way too hard, I stop the car and wait for her to get out. She doesn't.
Awkward.
Like, awkward enough that I notice despite the state I'm currently in.
"Aren't you going to find a parking space?" she asks eventually.
"Uhm"
Say something, Gemma. Something other than Uhm, preferably.
"Well?"
Something. Just anything, really.
"I don't suppose you'd want a ticket for something as avoidable as that"
"I was just gonna..." I trail off, waving vaguely with my hand and then quickly putting it back down onto the steering wheel because it is still shaking. "Head off, I guess" I finish lamely.
"Oooooh!" she breathes, stretching the o like chewing gum, and then shaking her head vigorously, "No way in hell are you leaving. I insist you come in and treat yourself to a cheeseburger and chicken wings after that workout. Where even is the point in doing that kind of stuff if not to treat yourself to some delicious fast-food after? I promise this will be the first and last time we're going this season because I do want to eat healthily."
"I'm fine, really. I got stuff to do at home" I reply, not looking at her. You really did have to go and make it awkward, Gemma, didn't you? Making her feel like she should invite you to sit with her friends.
"Oh come on" she whines, "It won't take long. And you haven't even talked to the other girls yet. I can't wait for you to become friends with all of them. Now come on, there's a parking spot over there and you'd better make sure you take it before anyone else does, because I ain't walking any further than absolutely necessary."
Did I ever mention how bad I am at getting my car into a parking space? Parking one of those things that humans just weren't made to do, and I don't understand how people just get on with it because I most certainly can't.
After the umpteenth attempt, I finally manage to get my car positioned pretty much in the middle between two spaces, I know I did a shitty job but I didn't hit anything and I know it won't get any better, so I just give up and kill the engine.
"Your parking skills suck" Blisters comments, opening her door and jumping out of the car, "I think we can be friends."
I follow her, wiping the sweat off my forehead and taking in my surroundings. Fuck.
I'm not gonna say that I enjoyed the parking adventure, but at least it kept my mind focussed and didn't give me any opportunity to see a certain car parked a few yards away, the smiley-faced dent winking at me as if something was very funny.
Ironically, nothing is.
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