Leaving Me Behind

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

The girls dropped me off after the little incident. They were probably at the mall right about now. We were all supposed to go, but I insisted they dropped me off first.

Right now I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I should stop sulking in my misery. I should be at the mall right now, smiling and being al happy with my friends. This is all Dylan’s fault.

I didn’t realize how much I missed him, how much it hurt when he didn’t recognize me, until after he left. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I don’t know why I’m even crying right now. I’m nothing to him. But why isn’t he nothing to me? I guess I just feel used. Like all that fame and fortune beat all our years of friendship.

I shake my head. Get ahold of yourself. He’s just a freakin’ celebrity! I take a deep breath and run my hand over my face. Stop it. I need something to distract me.

Pulling out my phone, I dial the first number that comes to mind. Three rings later I hear a voice I never thought I’d hear again. “Hello?” they ask.

“Hey. It’s me.”

“Jessica?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“Oh.” He says, and I could almost picture his smug face while talking into the phone. “I see you accepted my date, then.”

“I guess so.”

“Meet me at the Starbucks by the park at… wanna meet at seven?”

“Sure.” I say, trying to sound enthusiastic. I hang up and start to get ready for my “date”.

Not really trying to dress to impress, I throw on a plain white V-neck and some beige skinny jeans. I slipped on my gladiator sandals and saw it was already half past six. I hopped in my car and started driving toward the shop.

Remember. This is about letting go. But how will going on this date help let him go? A voice in my head speaks. It will help distract me. But distracting yourself isn’t really letting go, the voice says. Dam you, voice! I think as I frustratedly slam my hands on the steering wheel. Before I know it I’m already there.

I look up to see Scott waiting at the bar by the window. He gives me a wave. Well, it’s too late to back out now.

“Hey.” I greet. He looks way happier to see me than I am to see him.

He greets me back and after ordering our coffees we take a seat at one of the tables in the corner.

“So I see you haven’t already moved on.” I joke.

“Your beauty blinded me from others.” He replies.

“Cheesy.”

“So, what made you finally call? Took you long enough.” He says.

You’re my distraction. Of course I didn’t say that out loud. “I realized I should give you a chance.” I said.

He seemed satisfied with my answer. “You know, you don’t have to wait three weeks to call.” He leans back and crosses his arms. “Playing hard to get?” he teases. I noticed he’s pretty muscly too. He looks stronger than Dylan, but then again I was never quite the fan of overly ripped guys.

Stop comparing him to Dylan, the voice in my head returns. Go away. Gosh.

“Yeah, well. When a stranger gives you his number it’s kind of hard to call right away.” I shrug.

“Unless they’re as handsome as me.” He smirks. I laugh.

“Yes. Unless they’re as handsome as you.”

The more Scott and I talked the ore I realized he was such as great guy. He seems to enjoy my company, apparently unlike Dylan, and I seem to be doing that right back. He’s funny, kind, and I don’t think he’ll treat me like shit.

I think Scott won’t just be a distraction.

I think I may have a chance of liking him.

I think I’m finally letting go.