Page 10 of Force Play
That’s going just as well as before. And by that, I mean I’ve come up with nothing.
Well, that’s not quite true.
I did find a new apartment to look at yesterday.
But as soon as I stepped into the building, a rat ran across the floor in front of me. Turned my ass right back around.
I’ll listen to my friends have sex before I live with rats.
I’m notthatprideful.
I’m still trying to avoid it, though, so after I grab my drink from the barista, I wander over to the bulletin board hanging on the wall. Coffee shops are notorious places for people to post their classified ads.
I’ve had no luck online, but maybe someone is subletting their apartment, and they’ll take pity on the thirty-one-year-old athletic trainer that clearly doesnothave her shit together.
That’s so unlike me. I’m a planner. I’vealwaysbeen a planner. I make lists; I have schedules. But when it comes to this apartment search, I keep dragging my feet, hoping something is going to just magically appear.
I let out a defeated sigh when I don’t find anything posted on the board, and since my mind is swirling, I don’t hear someone walk up behind me.
“Lucia?”
The annoyance I felt before is nothing like the anger I feel right now.
I turn around in a huff. “Matthew.”
He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “So formal.”
“Do you need something?” I chide, staring down the man I used to call mine.
“Just wanted to say hi.”
“Why?”
Matt sighs. “Why are you acting like this?”
“Because you’re an unfaithful asshole.” I cross my arms, annoyed that he even has the audacity to speak to me right now.
“Jesus, Luc,” he breathes. “Are you going to hold that over my head forever?”
“Uh, yeah,” I scoff. “Seems reasonable that I’d still be unhappy about you fucking your coworker for the last six months we were together. How is Anna, by the way?”
“She’s great,” he states, looking at the ground and refusing to meet my eyes.
“You cheat on her yet?”
Matt whips his head up so quickly that I’m surprised he doesn’t end up with whiplash. “What the fuck?”
“Huh,” I hum. “That’s not a no.”
“No, I haven’t cheated on her,” he groans.
I cock my head to the side questioningly. “Just me you wanted to cheat on then?”
“Fucking hell,” he gripes. “Will you let up already?”
I shrug nonchalantly. “Nope, don’t plan on it, Matthew.”
“What the hell did I see in you again?” he chides, pinching the bridge of his nose as ifhe’sthe one exasperated by this conversation.
