38. Bailey
thirty-eight
Bailey
The next week is just a series of class, studying, lectures, and dreams of her, interrupted only by fleeting thoughts of him. His scent, his lips, that smile.
She haunts me most nights and I have no desire to fight it, a welcome reprieve from the madness that is everything him. Those depthless brown eyes and perfect smile. I fucking miss him, but she is the antidote.
I grab my phone and see a notification from Liam.
Liam: You’re still thinking about her aren’t you?
Me: Nope
Liam: You’re a shit liar
Me: Fuck off
Liam: So if I had her phone number you wouldn’t want me to give it to you?
Me: She doesn’t want to hear from me
Liam: So if I had her number and she asked me to give it to you…
Me: Bullshit
Liam: Is that a no? Because if so, I can tell her you declined. Politely, of course. Shot down by a guy in pink Vans.. ouch.
Me: I’m going to throat punch you next time I see you