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and you need to stop texting me. Now.” This seriously felt like déjà vu. Memories of that day in my room when I couldn’t find my phone, then I found it only to discover that I had given Trevor my number the night before. Our conversation went a little like this one now. I shook that memory away after all, everything with him had led to disaster, was this going to end with disaster too?
    I drew in a deep breath and I went to close the message out but another popped up instantly. “Seriously…what does he have that I don’t? He looks lame sitting there at the bar and well you look as beautiful as ever. I like your hair that way. I always have. I miss you.”
    What the holy hell. He’s here. In The Lounge, where he wasn’t supposed to be tonight. Halley was going to be getting a few strong words from me later. She was supposed to keep him out of here. Three of those words she’d hear would be “What the fuck!”
    My eyes scanned the bar again looking for Trevor or any traces of him and the first person I recognized was Taylor. She was standing there in a skirt that looked like it was bought in the infant section and a top that she probably could have gone without since it looked like she wasn’t wearing one. She had a smug look on her face that I wanted to go slap but I just stood there watching them. Ohmigod he brought her in here? Obviously they learned nothing before. So many scenarios passed through my head. Ones where I repeated my actions from that night and Taylor ended up with another bloody nose. Actions where I slapped Trevor again but this time harder or worse. Maybe I’d kick him in the balls this time to teach him a lesson. When Luke wasn’t looking, I threw back two more shots. I felt my old self creeping out and I was ashamed. I didn’t want to rely on the alcohol to help me cope with this but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t know how to without it and I was even more ashamed to admit that. I didn’t want the old Macy around. She’d been gone for months now, she shouldn’t be here. The new Macy was just fine.
    Taylor doesn’t seem to have noticed me yet which comes as a total surprise. I just figured with our history or lack thereof, she would have spotted me and made it known. I expected her to gloat that she took what was mine. I expected much more from her whore self. I’m grateful though because that would create an instant scene and Luke would be completely blindsided. To my left of the bar I had to do a double take, Trevor was right there like he was waiting for me to go ask what he wanted to drink. Was he brain dead? He stood there wearing that sexy smile that used to melt my insides like a bar of Hershey’s chocolate but I refused to let it work on me. He slightly brushed his hair away from his eyes so he could see me better and I turned away. If those eyes still held magical powers, I wanted no part in that. Crap. I wasn’t going to serve him anything but a punch to the face if I walked over there. I tapped Luke’s shoulder looking for a getaway and hollered, “I’m going to go sing ok babe?”
    He leaned in and kissed my cheek tenderly. I touched the spot and held my hand there to hold onto it a little longer, just in case that was the last kiss he ever gave me. Sucks if it were. I’d want the full package kiss, the one where sparks flew if I never got to kiss him again.
    “Go do your thing. I love you. I’ll be right here waiting. Oh and baby, try not to sound like a hyena.”
    I glared at him and laughed. Hell would freeze over the day I sounded like a hyena on stage. By the way, that day is never coming.
    No one was waiting for a drink except Trevor, who locked eyes with me. If eyes could shoot daggers, he’d be dead. He even tried to smile at me again. I kept silently reminding myself that smile didn’t work on me anymore. I was not fazed and I wouldn’t be. The light he was under used to hit him just right and I loved every minute of it. Loved. In the past tense. Now