“Baby, what’s up?” he answers.
“Hi, babe.” I exhale slowly. “Can you come pick me up at the theatre lot? Please hurry if you can.”
“Okay. Give me five minutes.”
The line clicks off.
Those five minutes drag longer than any five minutes ever have, but eventually his car pulls into the lot. I roll my neck, gathering my things before walking over just as he opens the passenger door for me.
I slump into the seat with a heavy sigh, sinking back against the leather.
“Where’s your car?” he asks, eyes narrowing as he stares at me. “Are you okay?”
I shake my head. “David took my car. And no… I’m definitely not okay.”
“David? Which David?”
“Ummm… I don’t think you know any other David who’s egotistical enough to take the car his dad got for me just because I wouldn’t date him.”
A frown cree
