On my way back, I check my phone and it is a few minutes past seven. I am unable to fight the urge to go through my phone to check for any messages or missed calls from Oliver. No way in hell am I going to dial his number to confirm if we are still on for tomorrow.
He of all people should know that I don't follow up on plans I did not initiate myself. I would rather wear my new dress to bed.
Mr. Responsible Guy would have contacted me by now. I have known Ollie to have an affinity to meet deadlines way before they are due and making last minute cancellations is not one of his many talents. Heck, he would finish his essays on Thursday evening back in college and even got elected as the academic affairs secretary. This is how I know that my Samsung has a reception problem.
It is the most likely explanation here. To be fair, last week at Shirley's house, mom called her claiming that she could not reach me. For good measure, we used Shirley's phone and we got a similar error message; that the subscriber could not be reached.
I had then contacted the customer care and the polite gentleman on the other end instructed me to restart my phone and I felt stupid because it worked.
I switch off my phone for three seconds and switch it back on when I am in my apartment. I type the pass code and frantically scroll for any voice mails, messages or notifications that someone tried to reach me. To my utter disappointment, not a single person has called me in the past two hours. Not a single one.
It is an obvious fact that the phone works just fine. More importantly, Oliver was just asking me for coffee to be polite. He was not really counting on me to free my schedule and meet him. I have never felt so humiliated in my entire life.
Like the loser I am, I unpack the take away fries I bought on my way back, warm them and make myself comfortable on the couch. I do not have the energy to peel the white onions to make Pilau like I planned earlier. Instead, I search for Gossip Girl on Netflix because I need Blair Waldorf's savage attitude to get me through the next two days.
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The Rebound Game
RomansaWhen your college boyfriend gives you an ultimatum, the least you can do is to pack all your stuff and move in to your best friend's guestroom. If he doesn't lose sleep because you left him, you flirt with strangers online and hope to forget that lo...
