Page 88 of The True Garza
Me: Stop trying so hard. True and I already hooked up. I’m still here, aren’t I?
Jules: What?! When? WHY?!
Me: Lol. No, I’m not interested in your client’s hot brother.
I toss the phone onto the bed and go to the chest of drawers to get dressed. Jules is batshit. I like her. To go to this length, she mustreallynot want me with True.
With my camisole halfway on, I pause. Reconsidering. Whyshouldn’tI go on a date with that hot contractor? For the first time in a long time, my life is going smoothly. I have a great-paying job, savings in the bank, and a lot of free time. I’m not sad, angry, miserable, or depressed. And drinking alcohol has been significantly reduced to a social occurrence. I wouldn’t go so far as to proclaim I’mhappy,but I am content. If there’s ever a time to start dating again, it’s now.
After getting dressed in a camisole and sports shorts, I shuffle to the bed, pick up my phone, and flop down onto my back.
Two new messages.
Jules:*cry face emoji*
True: Picking you up at 2. No jeans.
I jackknife up. This mancannotbe freaking serious.
Me: I think you messaged the wrong person.
True: How?
Me: This is London.
True: So right person then.
Me: Do you have a screw loose or something?
True: ??
Me: You haven’t said a word to me in two weeks except about a random medical checkup. And now you just text me out of the blue telling me you’re picking me up?
True: Got tired of waiting for you to call me.
Me: Why would I be the one to call you?
Dots appear in the text bubble, then disappear, appear again, then disappear.
Five minutes later, my phone rings.Him.
“What do yo—”
“I’ll be there for you at two.”
“No. I’m busy.”
“Doing what?”
“Shit that’s none of your business.”
“Make time for me.”
“Why? All your women at church today?”
“You’re the one I want today.”
“Fuck off.” Anger claws at me. “Fuck right off, True Garza.”
