Peter Goodman has never been in love. He disregards other's emotions including his own. He lives his life being a wingman, with no attachments and meaningless sex. It's a tiring life, until one day he decides that maybe instead of sleeping with the...
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By the second week of avoiding Sandra, I was at the point of combusting. I was in desperate need of seeing her, so the only choice I had was waiting outside the gym like a stalker. I knew that if I waited for her outside the daycare I could run into the beefy idiot, and have no excuse for me being there. Outside the gym, I could make it look like more of a coincidence running into her. That is, if she catches me seeing her, I, in no way intended to cross paths. As I leaned on to the building nearest to me, the harsh reality of my actions weighed in. Why was I doing this, why couldn't I get over her? Sure she was beautiful, easy to be around, kindhearted, and pretty much amazing, but why couldn't I move on?
I stood outside like an idiot for about twenty minutes before my eyes landed on a familiar figure. It was the last person I wanted to see, I was just glad he wasn't with who I wanted to see.
"I'm sorry, Sandi, Lou threw up at school, I won't be able to drive you home." I watched as the beefy idiot retreated to his car with his phone balancing between his cheek and shoulder. I tried to repress the anger as he called her Sandi over the phone and instead focused on the rest of his sentence. She had no ride.
Winter was just ending and because of the transition, the rain continued to pour down throughout the last couple of weeks. It would surely rain today, I hoped the process sped up so Sandra could find herself in need of transportation. I was afraid she'd deny my offer, so the rain would work in my favor to persuade her. Just as I hatched my plan I spotted her walking out of the entrance with a pout on her lips as she looked up at the sky.
"Damn, I'm gonna get wet," she muttered quietly unaware of my presence around the corner.
It hadn't been that long, I just couldn't help but greedily eye the sight of her. She was wearing a hoodie and leggings, nothing jaw-dropping, I just couldn't help myself. She stood with arms crossed deep in thought before she broke into a jog. I was unprepared for her departure, so I stupidly found myself calling out her name in desperation.
"Sandra, wait!" I shouted nearing her frozen figure. It seemed that like me, she wasn't as prepared to talk.
Her chest heaved and her lips parted, I knew she wasn't in that state because of the short jog. "H-Hey, Peter." I almost flinched at her greeting. Her tone wasn't warm, her lips didn't even tilt up in the slightest. Any prior thoughts of her missing me vanished as I realized how wrong I was.
