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Sydney
Vince has been avoidingme since Sunday morning. He’s texted but has been completely disconnected. I expected to get to the bottom of things when he came to class today, but to my utter shock, he didn’t show.
I’ve texted to see where he was, thinking something might have happened but get no response. I might as well have skipped class for all the good it does me sitting there. My body is present, but my mind is on the man avoiding me. What the fuck is going on?
The minute class is over, I high-tail it over to Vince’s. Whatever’s going on, I’m getting to the bottom of it. I just hope he’s home when I get there.
Knocking on the door, I’m greeted with a surprised Vanessa. “Hey, Syd. What are you doing here?”
“Hey, Van,” I mutter in an attempt to keep my emotions at bay. “Is Vince around?”
Confusion continues to cloud her expression. “Uh… don’t the two of you have class today?”
Nodding, I admit, “He wasn’t there.”
“Hmmm… That’s odd.” She looks behind her into the house for a second before stating, “He’s not here, and I have no idea where he is. Have you tried calling him?”
Nodding, I shrug. “I’ve tried, but he’s not answering.”
Vanessa shakes her head and pulls her lower lip into her mouth. “Hmmm…”
Hmmm… What?
Shit. I shouldn’t put her in the middle of things. That’s not fair to her.
Wanting to let her off the hook, I quickly add, “You know what? Never mind. Just tell him I stopped by.”
Sympathy fills her face as she shrugs. “I will. Sorry for my idiot brother.”
Idiot is right. If something’s wrong, he needs to talk to me. Not avoid me like the plague. I can’t help him if he’s not honest with me.
As I walk back to my place, I can’t help but wonder what the fuck is going on.
* * *
Vince isn’t in class on Thursday either. His phone has been turned off because it goes straight to voice mail the few times I’ve called. When I text, my messages remain unread.
Panic and fear that something is wrong has me on edge. I’m half-tempted to reach out to Vanessa, but I’m not that desperate… yet. But I’m close.
Something must’ve happened between the time I fell asleep early Sunday morning. When he left, I swear things between us had never been better. He’d spent hours devouring my body and letting me happily reciprocate. I just don’t get it. What the fuck happened?
It’s also not like Vince to ghost me.
Wanting to give him the space he needs, I’m trying to be patient and let’s be honest, it totally sucks. He said something is going on with his family, but is there more to it?
Vanessa didn’t seem like there was an emergency.
Did I actually give her a chance to speak though? Replaying our conversation, I cringe because if I’d been the least bit patient, I would have a fucking clue as to what’s going on.
Knowing I have to work for the next three nights, I’ll give him until Sunday to come to his senses… then all bets are off. If I need to pull out full stalker mode to get to the bottom of this, I will. Something had to have happened, and I need to know if I’m to blame for something.
If this were with any other guy, I wouldn’t give him the benefit of the doubt. I’d write it off and walk away without a glance. I don’t play games, and I certainly don’t wait around for someone who doesn’t feel the same way as me.
Vince is different. Our connection has been so strong. I know in my gut something has happened to cause him to flip a one-eighty on me. He’s loyal to a fault—and if something happened with his family, maybe he’s sorting things out. Who the fuck knows? Not me—because he’s ghosting the fuck out of me.
I growl in frustration as I go through the motions of getting ready for work.
My reality hits me smack in the face as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Fuck, there’s no way I’m gonna make it until Sunday to confront him. I’m possibly the least patient person on the planet. I miss him like crazy, and there’s an ache in my chest that won’t go away. I’m also pissed as hell that he won’t talk to me.
