Chapter 60

This is it, I will just spend one more night with her and then that’s it. I will walk away.
I’m shitty. So, so shitty. How dare he ask me if I love him and not say it back? What was it—a fucking test? Did I pass… asshole. He probably wants to see exactly how pathetic I actually am, and you know what? I’m astounded myself at just how well I passed. I got a high fucking distinction. He doesn’t call me, except in the middle of the night for a booty call. He leaves in the middle of the night so he doesn’t have to do the walk of shame in the morning. He doesn’t communicate at all with me unless it’s with his damn penis, as lovely as that is. That’s it, I know I’ve said it before, but I‘ve seriously had enough of his shit. If he does call me, which he won’t, but if he does, I’m going to tell him to take a hike. I smile as I listen to my thoughts. Even to my ears I know that’s a lie. I put my head in my hands as I lean onto the kitchen bench. I hate having bastard–player–lover syndrome. Aren’t you supposed to grow out of this shit when you turn nineteen? I drag on my gym gear and head to the gym—anything to stop me from calling him, calling him and begging for him to come back.
At 11 am I receive a text: