College, Paris, and Unplanned Relationship(s)

Betrayed

Today I actually had to try with my outfit.  Today was the day I was going over to his place, and I wouldn't be caught dead wearing some trash outfit when I was quite literally meeting the hottest student at the university.  I still couldn't believe how lucky I was and while I wasn't sure of his intentions, I was sure that I was interested.  That was something that I couldn't deny any longer.  Rather than denying myself the chance at meeting boys completely, I figured that I would just let things happen as they did so long as I didn't fall too deep. My last relationship had ruined those types of feelings for me for awhile, and I told myself that serious relationships didn't need to happen so fast anyways.  I didn't need a solo relationship to date.  I just wanted something casual and fun.

As I rummaged through my clothes for something I deemed acceptable to wear, I thought about my last boyfriend.  For awhile there things were getting quite serious.  I was convinced that he was the one and that he would be the man I would marry.  I shook my head and became more aggressive in searching for my clothes.  He was an idiot.  He was a traitor.  He never took the relationship as seriously as I did.

I found myself wiping a couple of tears from the corners of my eyes. Even after a couple of years the pain had hardly lessened.  He was a jerk.

Despite trying to push the memories away they came flooding back.  Why did they have to come back now?

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"Maya!  You look beautiful!" Joey shouted eagerly.  He picked me up in his arms and spun me in a circle while I laughed and playfully kicked midair.

"Joey!  Get off of me you huge dork!  You're going to ruin my hair!"

"Let it be ruined.  You're my woman and I will love you with good or bad hair."

"Just because you will love me either way doesn't mean I want ugly hair."

Joey offered me a goofy smile.  "I guess if you insist.  As always I am super excited to see you.  Get in my car so I can take you away!  It's date night!"

My parents waved from the window.  They were already familiar with Joey and weren't worried about when I would be back.  They trusted him and knew that we would be safe.  We had been dating for three years after all.  Generally we were safe so they were mostly right to assume so.  Once they were out of sight Joey pressed his lips to mine and I sunk into his presence.  I could smell the musty scent of his cologne that he must have stolen from his dad combined with the clean scent of his car.  He always made sure his car was clean.  It was one of his passions.  If he found even a piece of a gum wrapper in his car he would give the whole thing a cleaning with a car wash, vacuuming, and new air freshener.  I always thought that it was extreme, but he always told me that when you do something do it all the way or none of the way.

After a long moment he pulled away from me and smiled once again.  "Should we go?"

I nodded my head and we headed towards his car.  He slid into the drivers seat and took another opportunity to plant a kiss on my lips.  He truly had gotten better at kissing from our time dating.  When we started dating at the beginning of our sophomore year he was awful at it, and often I would still joke about how bad he was.

The engine purred as the vehicle started and it was easy to tell that the car was well cared for.  Joey backed out of the driveway and made his way to our usual diner.  The town was small and there weren't many things to do, but when we did go on dates it usually meant that we would go to our favorite diner and get a meal to go before sitting under the dock in our spot.  When we arrived at the restaurant we went in and ordered what we always did.  We always got the mozzarella sticks, chili fries, and a couple of burgers.  I turned to head out of the restaurant and Joey stopped me.