Make Me Feel Alive

"Trevor, you were supposed to meet me here half an hour ago, where are you?" I demanded of his voicemail, keeping my furious voice low. I'd been sitting here like an idiot for thirty minutes in this booth, waving the waiter away every time he came to see if I was ready to order yet.
This was embarrassing.
I ended the call, and tapped my phone against the table.
First he ditches me for dinner the other night, and now he ditches me in an actual restaurant. And this had been his idea! I'd wore my itchy contacts and the royal blue dress with the lace fringe, and my heels were killing my feet.
How could he do this to me again? I wanted to cry.
Great. Now I was that loser girl who sits by herself and cries and everyone stares at in pity because they totally know she got stood up.
Right.
I wasn't gonna sit here and be that girl.
I stood, grabbing my bag and stalking toward the door, keeping my head angled so I wouldn't have to see anyones face.
This was so mortifying.
I tightened my purse against me as I stepped out onto the street. I heard thunder in the distance, and glanced up at the darkening sky.
Now I was out in the middle of the city, blocks from my apartment, and it was about to rain.
I didn't even own a car.
I dialed Trevor one more time.
This was his last chance.
And it went to voicemail.
"Trevor, what the fuck?" I hissed into the phone. "How could you ditch me like this again? I am so DONE with this bullshit! Don't you even bother calling me back!" I stabbed the End button angrily.
Thunder boomed again, and I looked up resentfully.
Thank you, universe.
Thank you so fucking much.
I started walking down the street, and made it to the crosswalk as the sky fell. I stood there, cold rain pouring down, ruining my hair, my dress, my stupid atrempt at looking nice for my stupid boyfriend in that stupid restaurant.
I felt tears well in my eyes.
How could he do this to me?
I glanced at the light, waiting for it to change so I could stog into the next downpour. At least while it was raining no one could tell I was crying.
"Uh, Morgan?"
I looked over, my hair sticking to my face, to see a car pulled up beside me, the passenger side window down. It was a nice car, expensive and small and worth way more then anything I could even dare to think of.
I squinted.
"Are you stalking me?" were literally the first words out of my mouth. Yes, Morgan, accusations are a great way to start a conversation.
Ashley looked startled then shook his head. "No. I was getting some take out. Do you need a ride or something?"
I couldn't imagine what gave him that idea. I glanced up, but the rain wasn't stopping any time soon.
"Maybe. But I live a while from here."
"I'm not in a hurry. Hop in," he opened the passenger door, and I gave one glance behind me towards the restaurant.
This was it.
I shook my head, and then stepped over and slipprd into the car. "I'm going to get your seats wet."
"Doesn't matter. they'll dry." He stared at me as I brushed my soaked hair out of my face. "Why were you walking in the rain?"
"I was going home," I wiped at my face, sniffling. "I didn't know it was going to rain."
"Did you have a date or something?" he glanced at the light, and suddenly hit the accelerator. Now would be a good time to put on my seatbelt.
"Yes." I tightened my grip on the seat as he sped forward. "You realize that light was red."
"Nah, it was yellow."
It had been red.
I glanced over at him. He had a fading black eye; was that what he had been hiding behind his sunglasses the other day? Who gave him one?
It was so none of my business.
"So, how do we get to your place?" he asked, upping the speed on his window wipers as the rain increased.
"It's on 97th Street."
"So we got some time then," he said, glancing over at me, and i looked away quickly.
He looked like the very definition of a badass who didn't care and it was kind of intimidating, especially when I looked like a drowned rat he had just fished out of the toilet.
I grimaced, brushing at my face as water from my hair started to roll. This had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. Why did stuff like this always happen to me?
"Here," Ashley suddenly reached behind my seat, and came back holding a towel. "This might help."
"Thanks," I took it from him, but hesitated. "This isn't like your gym towel or anything is it?"
He grinned. "Yes, but I haven't been to the gym so it's clean, don't worry."
I rubbed at my face, taking his word for it. Besides, it still smelled like laundry detergent.
I rubbed at the ends of my hair, but it was too long and held too much water for that to do much good. My dress was absolutely soaked, and I hoped it wasn't ruined; it was one of the few good ones I had left.
"So you gonna tell me why you were walking in the rain?" Ashley asked after the silence started to stretch. "Bad date?"
"You could say that." The last date if I ever had my way.
"Well, guy should be sorry. You looked nice. I almost didn't recognize you without your glasses."
I glanced at him to see if he was kidding. I was absolutely drenched with makeup smeared all over my face and my hair sticking to my skin. It would be a miracle if I came out of this without pneumonia.
And he'd only met me twice, I was surprised he even remembered what my name was.
"So was this guy your boyfriend or ...?"
"Yes, he's my boyfriend."
"Huh. Did he stand you up or something?"
I fiddled with the end of my dress, keeping my eyes down. "He was late and I just got tired of waiting for him."
"Sounds like a shitty boyfriend."
"He's not really that bad," I defended Trevor automatically. "He just... Forgets to call."
"Well, if it was me, I'd personally be calling you all the time," he sent me a smile. "And I wouldn't let you walk home with legs like those."
I blushed.
I looked down quickly, and tried to smooth out a wrinkle in my dress. Well, at least that did make me feel somewhat better.
My phone buzzed, and I fished it out of my purse with a frown.
Oh, so now he decided to call me, a whole hour too late.
I clicked my screen, not wanting to even listen to his stupid excuses. If he wanted to make it up to me this time, he would have to take me on some extravagant vacation overseas, because I was beyond pissed and not going to let this go any time soon.
"So are you with anyone?" I asked suddenly, not wanting to think about Trevor anymore lest I start crying again.
"Me? No," Ashley snorted, as if I had asked the stupidest question ever. "I'm not much for relationships. Your situation being one of them. It's overrated."
"I couldn't imagine being with more then one person." I blinked at him. "I'd get confused and forget about someone."
He grinned. "I've got a pretty good memory. I'm great with names. And It's not as hard as you might think. You'd probably have more fun that way, not having to wait on one guy all the time. You always gotta have a back up plan."
"I've never been good at making plans. They always mess up somehow." Like tonight. I shuffled, rubbing my arms as I started to get goosebumps.
"Cold? You shouldve said," Ashley reached, turning on the heater, and warm air flowed out over my frozen feet.
"Thank you." I sent him a half- smile. "Do you do this often, help out people from the street?"
"Only when I know them," he chuckled. "And they're pretty enough to look at."
"Do you use your charm all the time or is there an off switch?"
He grinned. "You wanna look for it?"
I turned my head, hiding my smile. "This once, I'll pass. Turn here," I pointed, seeing my street coming up. "I can walk from here. My buildings that red one and its a one way street."
"Cool, all right," he whipped quickly into a parking spot, and I grabbed my purse, relieved that I hadn't had to walk all the way. I would have died in my heels.
I wasn't very coordinated.
"Thanks so much for giving me a ride," I said, grabbing the door handle. I forced a bright smile over my shoulder as I started to get out. "I probably would never have even made it here without pneumonia."
"Ha, any time." he smiled; god, his smile was way too confident and attractive --- it was like Adonis had gifted him or something.
I shook my head. "If you ever need anything, you know where I live," I joked, and he raised a brow.
"Is that an invitation? Because sometime I might take you up on it."
Que exit.
I just smiled, and shut the door. I waved as I started off down the sidewalk, glad it hadn't started raining here yet.
I sighed when I finally made it inside my building, and fished out my keys as I started up the stairs. This was the worst Saturday I had ever had. Of course, a rockstar giving me a ride home didn't make it quite so bad.
Still, Trevor had hurt my feelings for the last time. I wasn't just going to be convenient for him anymore. Our relationship felt more parasitic then anything, and I was the one suffering for it.

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