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though he seemed great earlier. Maybe I needed someone who wouldn’t treat me well only when it was convenient for him.
    “I’m not feeling too well. Can you take me home?” I asked abruptly.
    “What? We just got here. I called in a favor to get us a table quickly,” he said.
    “I know. I’m sorry. I just don’t feel well. I can just take the bus or whatever,” I said, setting down my menu.
    “No, I’ll take you home. I can’t let you take the bus home, and besides, I want to make sure you get home safe and sound and that you’re okay,” he said, setting down his menu.
    He took a ten-dollar bill out of his pocket and left it on the table, even though it was way more than he needed for water and a soda. We walked out of the pub to his car, and he opened the door for me, which was nice, but almost felt forced. Did he really think I was sick, or did he know he messed up? Maybe he was just trying to backtrack and make himself seem like not so much of a dick, even though a lot of the damage was already done.
    On our way back to my place, I started thinking about if I should, and when I should send that text to Chase. I thought part of the reason I hadn’t talked to him yet, or sent the text, was because of my date and budding relationship with Travis. I didn’t want to screw him over by going back to the guy who hurt me. Travis was too nice of a guy for that kind of treatment, or at least so I’d thought. Maybe it was in everyone’s best interest if I did, though. I didn’t know that I’d actually get back together with Chase, but I guessed opening the lines of communication wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
    Travis and I didn’t talk much on the ride back to my place. He turned on the radio about a third of the way there to a station that always played the top hits on the charts, so that was nice. It was way better than talking, anyway.
    We arrived at my apartment and instead of just dropping me off, he pulled into the parking lot, and quickly got out and opened my door for me. I knew he was just trying to make amends, probably knowing the real reason I wanted to come home, and it wasn’t because I wasn’t feeling well.
    “Can I walk you to your door? Make sure you get in okay?” he asked.
    “Yeah, that’s fine,” I said, just trying to avoid an awkward situation.
    I had no intention of letting him inside, but I didn’t want to be a total bitch and not let him do something as simple as walking me to my door, even though I was already getting inside my building.
    We walked to my door and stood outside for a second, and that was where things took an awkward turn.
    “Want me to come in? I could take care of you,” he said with suggestive smile, for a lack of a better term.
    “Oh, no, I think I’m just going to go to sleep,” I said politely.
    “Sleep, huh? How about I come in with you?” he asked.
    How many shots did he really have?  He was fine on the drive home, not even showing anything, but now he just seems a little out there.
    “No, I think I’m just going to go in alone. Thank you for taking me home, though. I really appreciate it,” I said.
    “Wait, so after I take you out, you won’t let me come in?” he asked, his demeanor changing.
    “No, I’m sorry. I just don’t feel up to it. I’m sorry,” I said.
    “Save it. This is stupid and a waste of my time. I can’t believe that I even tried. Hey, have a great night and I hope you feel better,” he said, a little sarcastically.
    Travis walked down the hall and I unlocked my door and quickly went inside, locking it behind me, just in case he wanted to yell at me some more. I knew he wasn’t violent, and that he’d never do anything to harm me, but I still didn’t want to deal with his shit.
    I set down my bag, kicked off my shoes, and let out a big sigh, before looking around my kitchen for anything I could eat, since I left before even trying to get a free meal. In hindsight, I guessed I should have gotten that meal