through the peep hole. It was Trevor. I groaned seriously debated not answering. After all I'd just run off on him and now I'd been bawling my eyes out. Wait how did he even know where I lived? I unlocked the door and opened it up standing there with my hand on my hip like Halley would do.
"Macy, what the hell? Are you ok? Why'd you just run out on me like that? I'm sorry this looks creepy, but I followed you. I couldn't leave things like that." He looked panicked standing there, like he was unsure of how to handle any of this. Join the club buddy.
I stood in the doorway with a rather unamused look on my face with my hand still attached to my hip debating whether to let him in or not. I wondered if he could make out that I had been crying. I’m sure he could but I sure hope not. I could slam the door in his face and pretend he never knocked but unfortunately I was not a mean person. I gave him my answer when I said," Why did you follow me? Never mind that, Trevor, come inside."
"Are you going to talk to me?" Pain was written all over that face. For a sheer moment, I didn’t care.
"Yes." No, I wasn't going to or at least not the truth. He didn't need to know. All he needed to know was that this was not going to work now or ever. Even though I badly wanted it to give it a try.
"Ok, thank you." He walked in and I led him into the living room. He reached for my hand to sit by him on the couch. I declined and sat on the recliner. It was more comfortable than that couch was but that wasn’t the point. He looked hurt and I hated seeing him like that but I was protecting him. This needed to end now or at least that’s what I was letting myself believe.
"This should have never happened. It's all a mistake. You know it is too Trevor." I drew in a deep breath and continued, “Look, there are many women out there, who I'm sure are willing to make you happy and go for walks in the park with you but I'm not that girl." It hurt to lie and I tried even harder to hold the tears back.
"So that's how you feel? Why didn't you just tell me that from the beginning Macy? I have feelings too. When you gave me your number I thought this was finally it. My shot with you. You've been flirting with me at The Lounge for months now and I decide to finally act on it and you tell me it's a mistake. But tell me how can it be a mistake if you won't give it a chance?" His voice sounded angry and hurt all mixed together.
Hold on. Did he just say I'd been flirting? Dammit I didn't remember any of it. All the more reason to not drink anymore, under no circumstances ever would I actually flirt with him. He had it all wrong. It was always him flirting I know this much. "I flirted with you? I’m sorry you must have me mistaken for someone else, like one of the floozies who throw themselves at you." There is no way I have ever flirted with him. Wrong person Trevor.
"Yes Macy. Every time your uncle wasn't around or had his back turned you'd bat your eyelashes at me and make sure you always brushed up against me enough to make me want to push you up against the wall and kiss you but I couldn't because of his rule. Do you know how hard that is? Huh? To be turned on like that?"
Holy shit. I had no idea what to say because I had no idea any of this had been going on. Apparently I was doing this when Halley wasn’t around either because she would have already jumped my ass for it. "I, uh, well you know that's what drinking does to people. It screws with our judgment." The bitch card was played; I laid it out on the table. He was sure to leave now. Except he didn't, he still sat there on the couch, on my couch just staring at me. Why hadn’t he taken a hint and left yet? If our roles had been reversed I know I would have gotten up and practically ran