3. Celeste

Three

Celeste

I roll my eyes for the umpteenth time at some lame ass joke John just made. A few hours ago, I was so excited about this date. After seeing him in action, I’m really not sure what the hell I ever saw in him. It has nothing to do with meeting Nathan. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

We are at a frat party. There are a bunch of drunk college and high school kids. I mean, I don’t mind a drink every now and then, but getting sloppy drunk just for the sake of it has never appealed to me. Also, it’s loud as hell. I can’t even hear myself think, much less carry on a conversation. Not exactly the best place for a first date.

I look at my watch, wondering how much longer we’re going to stay. Maybe I’ll be more impressed with John once we’re alone. Speaking of which, where the hell did he go? After a few more minutes, I start wandering around, looking for him. I spend the next little bit trying to find him, when someone finally tells me he’s in the first room upstairs.

I’m not crazy about going upstairs, but maybe he’s not feeling well. If he’s passed out, I’ll have to call an Uber. I knock on the door, but I can’t hear anything over the booming music downstairs. I turn the knob and am stunned by the scene in front of me.

“What the fuck?” I screech, startling John and the woman he’s currently fucking on the bed.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, babe. Want to join in?” he says, grinning.

“Wow. I cannot believe I ever wanted to date you, you fucking piece of shit.” With that, I slam the door and race downstairs, calling for an Uber as I go. Thankfully, it’s there in minutes. I lean back in the seat, thankful that this nightmare of a date is finally over.

You’d think I would be crushed, but I’m not. I feel…relieved. What a shit night. Even as the thought crosses my mind, I realize there was one very good part of my night-Nathan. Should I go see him? Maybe he was just trying to pick someone up. Maybe he’s an asshole, too. There’s only one way to find out. I start planning when to go see him and what to wear. I need to knock him on his sexy ass.

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