“I’m not stalking you.” He mutters out, a deep shade of red covering his cheeks. He’s embarrassed, as if it’s not him who’s looking stupid. Well... he is but.
“Yes you are, and if you don’t leave me the fuck alone, I’m going to send your balls up into your throat.” I sneer at him. If anything I’ve learned being mean is the easiest way to not show your feelings. If you hurt them first, then they won't ask any more questions. A look of remorse crosses his face.
“I’m sorry Jenna, really that’s all I wanted to tell you. That and I miss you. I’m not stalking you really, Corey’s here I came with him.”
For some reason his story makes sense to me, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that he set me up to believe he was Ryder, and he wasn’t.
“You’ve only told me you're sorry two billion and one times Rex. I could care less.” That’s a lie. Big huge fucking lie. “Anyway none of those things matter. You’re stalking me, what ex-boyfriend follows there ex off to college?” The words leave my lips, and I watch as Rex’s face morphs into a haunted expression.
“I’m assuming one that still cares about them. Look, I get that I did wrong but you forgave Mimi, and I understand that what I did hurt you in so many ways, but I’m trying... I’m trying to make it right.” I know he’s angry, I know he’s hurting, and even though I care... I don’t at the same time.
“Mimi, has, is, and will always be my best friend. I trust her, which I assume you know nothing about. Being you were the one who made all these promises and broke every last one of them. Don’t give me the run around about who I should forgive, and who I shouldn’t. You being here is wrong, you trying to make things right is wrong. There’s nothing here to make right.”
The anger in me has evaporated, dulled out by the drinks I’ve had. I push past Rex, this time he doesn’t stop me. Wouldn’t matter if he did, I have nothing else to say to him.
I head back to the booth, but not before running into Ryder.
“I’m guessing it didn’t go well, being you're standing here.” He says, smiling smugly. I roll my eyes at him, I should be mad, but if anything I don’t care. Like I said zero fucks.
“Do you know where Mimi is I’m ready to blow this Popsicle stand?” I say yawning as I lay my head down on the table.
“No idea, but if you really need something to blow, well let's just say I have something for you.” Of course he would.
“No thank you, you can blow yourself.” I mumble into my arm. I’m a super sassy, boring drunk. A voice that can be no other than Mimi’s is heard. I lift my head to see my best friend dancing on a table nearby screaming. Right, just like I said boring.
I get up slowly, not quite trusting myself to judge the distance. She would do this. I growl low in my throat before saying, “Mimi Jones, you get your ass down from there right now.” She either ignores me, or can’t hear me over the insanely loud music.
“Let her be, this is very, very entertaining.” A voice that makes my skin still crawl and blood boil. I grit my teeth because I’m really only a shred away from losing my sanity.
“Mimi get your ass down here right now, or I’m coming up there and getting you and we both know that won't be pretty.” Her body sways back and forth and then she stumbles toward the edge, heading straight to the hard ground.
I want to cover my eyes, but reach out and catch her at the same time. One night out in Cali is all it took for us to end up in the ER.