![]() I wasn’t very good at playing the angry girlfriend. The fury in my voice had quickly evaporated, and my tone was now clearly tinged with sadness. “You were supposed to pick me up from work,” I said. I’d been silent the whole drive to school this morning, working up the courage to ask him about the weekend, and now all my questions were spilling out of me in a nervous, angry rush. It was still early though, and there was barely anyone at school-unfortunately for him. ![]() He glanced around at the school parking lot, and I couldn’t figure out if he was looking for someone or searching for an escape. “Saturday night…” His voice hovered over the words, dragging them out like he’d been given a lobotomy and had forgotten how to speak. I wasn’t usually an angry person, but the way he kept stalling made me want to punch him. I’d always thought that Jake was pretty smart for a football player, but right now he was looking at me with blank eyes and truly embracing the dumb-jock stereotype. “Where were you Saturday night?” I had already asked the question twice. ![]() ![]() And if he kept making excuses about why he’d forgotten to pick me up, leaving me stranded in the rain, there was a strong chance I’d be granting that wish. ![]()
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