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her at work, she would talk to me. I’ll charm her. I’ll do anything to make her listen to me. Staring at my screen as it lit up, I got excited for a split millisecond before it read that it was just Evan calling. I rolled my eyes, and wished it were Riley, not Evan. “Yo, Ev, what’s going on?” I answered.
“What’s up, man? What are you doing today?”
If I were to hang out with Evan, it would be easier to say I was in the area because I was chillin’ with Evan, and not intentionally coming to see Riley.
“I was thinking maybe we could hit up the beach and play some volleyball?” I asked Evan.
“Yeah, man, that sounds like a plan. How about I meet you at the beach in, say, an hour?”
“See ya there, dude.”
“Later.”
This would be perfect, I thought. I would go to the beach with Evan and play some volleyball, then I could make my way over to Riley’s and talk with her. Or do I talk with Riley first then go to the beach, and hope she’ll come to the beach too?
So I climbed out of bed and threw on some clothes. I headed over to Riley’s so I could maybe talk with her before the volleyball game.
The sound of my Mustang roared as I turned the ignition. I entered first gear, slammed my foot on the gas pedal, and floored it as I headed out of town. I loved my car, and it was seriously my baby. My 2012 Ford Mustang GT was the best thing I had ever bought for myself. I loved driving it and making modifications to it. I always felt very proud that I could say that at twenty-four years old, I owned my own car. Not many kids my age could say that they did that on their own.
I was scared to talk to Riley. I knew that I screwed up by sleeping with her without even knowing her, but I wanted her to know I wasn’t like that, either. I mean, I had been like that in the past, but I wanted her to know that I didn’t want to be like that. My childhood was one that most kids only dreamed about. My parents were so much in love with one another, and still are, that I envied their relationship. I wanted to find a woman that I would be able have that with. I wanted to share my life with somebody that had the same goals in life. Most of the guys my age just wanted to have sex and party, but I was really over that stage in life. I’ve had my fun, and even though I’m still young, I wanted to find that special girl even though I didn’t want to face heartbreak again. It was the risk I had to take for Riley.
I was afraid that I had already chosen Riley in my mind, but would she meet my expectations or disappoint me? So far, I couldn’t blame her from running from me. That was almost my sign that she was the one. Most of the time, when this had happened to me, the girl stayed and ogled over me. I knew she only wanted me for my looks or my money and assumed my looks meant I wanted to get laid. Just because I’m good-looking, doesn’t mean I want to be in every girl’s pants, which was the stereotype I would get quite often. I used to have many friends that were girls. Yet, those friends, I had come to realize just wanted the status of being a friend of Mr. Popular. Once I caught on, I dropped them—and fast.
I arrived at Evan’s apartment complex and parked. I grabbed my bag out of the backseat. I headed around the other side to Riley’s apartment and made my way up the stairs and down the hall to apartment 209. I took in a deep breath and knocked on the door a couple times. I heard a dog bark pretty loud as I stood there waiting. I knocked again after a few minutes, and still heard nothing but the dog. She must not be home. Maybe she works Sundays.
I turned around and headed down to Evan’s apartment.
Evan opened the door. “Hey, thought we were meeting at the beach?” He asked confused to see me.
“Oh, right, I forgot. My bad.”
“It’s cool, come on in while I grab my bag.”
“All right.” I sat down on the couch to wait.
I looked around. The TV was off, and the apartment was pretty quiet. “Abby working