Not Now

Part 16

Lindsey's POV

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I decided to stay for another drink or two, when Stevie left. I didn't want to irritate her, so I didn't go outside and wait for her roommate, who was coming to pick her up, even though I desperately wanted to. I can't think of anyone, who she might be staying with. Our mutual friends either live in a small one bedroom apartment or with their significant other. There's also Brandon. Are they that close? I hope not.

I shake myself mentally, I don't want to think about it. I was quite surprised actually, I was certain that Stevie was going to ignore me, but she didn't and I got to talk to her a bit, which was more than I could have asked for. From our short exchange, I understand that she's not doing all that well either, which makes me somehow feel better, which I know sounds horrible, but...

"Hey." James nudges me with his elbow, then lowers his voice. "Listen, I know this chick-"

Jesus Christ... I shake my head, holding my hands up. "Let me stop you right there."

"Oh, come on, man. How long has it been, huh? How much longer are you going to cry over Stevie?"

I pinch the bridge of my nose, I fucking hate this asshole, always have. Kelly could do much better than this jerk. "It's been a week. I'm not crying over her, I'm just trying to deal with a breakup. We didn't date for a couple of months, James, we spent years together."

"But this girl." He whisles, his eyes widen. "If only you saw her-"

"No, thank you." End of conversation. Can I change seats? 

"Hey, Lindsey?" Sharon catches my attention. "Todd and I are about to head out. We could drop you off on our way."

"Please." I nod, smiling at her as I'm already up on my feet. 

After a quick goodbye to Kelly and the asshole, the three of us are on our way out of the restaurant, headed towards Todd's car. Sharon gets in behind the wheel though, she's pregnant, so the only one of us, who's sober.

"Thanks, guys. Have a safe trip home." I pat Sharon on the shoulder and shake hands with Todd, when she stops on the side of the road, near my apartment building. "See ya."

I get out of the car and breathe a sigh of relief. I feel exhausted as I drag my feet up the stairs. It wasn't all that bad. I got to leave my apartment and I saw Stevie, so I consider this night a success. However, I'm happy to be back home. I kick my shoes off, when I walk into the apartment and slump down on the coah, letting out a deep, heavy breath. I hear a notification on my phone and take it out of my jeans' pocket.

Stevie. 

It's a message from Stevie. She's thinking about me. I can only focus on her name as I stare at the screen, because I'm afraid to find out, what she's sent me. My heartbeat quickens and I open the text message.

'What's the bad idea, Linds? What were you going to ask me?'