Page 16 of Wreckage of My Life
I grab my little purse which is just big enough to fit my wallet, phone and keys when I’m home. Now I just make sure I have the keycard to the room. I am just about to walk out the door when a thought hits me, and I flip flop back around.
I march to the small trashcan Wrecker took last night from the bathroom and placed next to the bed, and, with lots of care so I don’t touch the contents, I manage to pick up the plastic bag lining it, making a knot at the end. I try not to blush when I walk by the concierge area and see them eyeballing me funny as I carry the little bag filled with the used condoms and Wrecker’s underwear. I let out a sigh of relief when I’m outside and I stuff it in the trashcan there.
“Geez, what a mess,” I mutter to myself as I roll my eyes to the sky.
I start walking toward the general direction of the diner I saw a couple of days ago when I got here. It gives me some time to think and realize that my so called newly found cousin, Lena, never called to check on me. I could be dead right now, nobody would know. Good thing I found some blood relatedfamily.
The diner comes into view and I let out a sigh of relief. I’m kinda hungry, although, Wrecker’s stupid comments right before leaving should have ruined my appetite. Whatever though, what an asshole.
The little bell on the door dings when I walk in and look around.
“Just find a seat, hon,” a haggard looking waitress tells me, and I head toward an empty booth by a window.
I take a look at the menu even though I already know what I want. It’s not healthy, but I’ll get back on my health kick once I’m home. Now I need a greasy burger with a blob of mustard on it, paired with a side of fries which I plan on dipping in ketchup.
“So you just want mustard on the burger?” The waitress is looking positively confused when taking my order. “Nothing else?”
“No, and you know what? Now that I think about it, don’t do the mustard. I’ll add whatever I want to it from the bottle here.” I point to the bottles of condiments sitting on the side of the table, and that just adds a new layer of confusion to the waitress’ face.
“So, you just want a bun with the burger meat on it then.”
“Cookedmeat,” I make sure to say. You never know what’s going on in her head at this point.
She stares at me for another full ten seconds, then walks back to the kitchen to place my order for the cook. I sit back and sip on the ice cold water I had asked for. That threw her off too, I laugh to myself. She couldn’t understand why I don’t want a sweet tea.
“That really is a very odd order,” I hear a gruff voice from behind and I turn my head that way fast enough to get dizzy.
“Wrecker,” I mutter his name like an insult. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“I did ask you out for lunch, didn’t I?” he smirks and slides into the booth on the opposite side of me.
“Yeah, right after you threw some insults at me. Why would I wanna eat with you?” I lift an eyebrow in question.
He responds in kind, only he looks much sexier when he does it. “How did I insult you? I thought we were being honest with each other.”
“You implied that I was with someone else, but appreciated the fact that I cheated on them withyou!” I point a finger at him like he would be my last choice had I been in the real life scenario he’s envisioned for me.
“Well, aren’t you?” he puts both arms on the table, interlocking his fingers, like we’re in a business meeting.
“Aren’t I what?” The man speaks in riddles. I can’t deal with it on an empty stomach. I look around to see if my food is coming.
“In a relationship.” And now he’s talking to me like I’m stupid.
“If I were in a relationship,” I whip my head back to him, “would I have slept with you last night, you conceited asshole?”
“It’s not unheard of,” he shrugs. “And I definitely don’t judge.” He opens his arms out, all forgiving and shit.
That’s it. I had enough of him. If I knew last night what the morning would bring, I would’ve never asked him to stay. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty, dammit.
“Listen here, you douchebag,” I lean over the table and whisper yell at him. “If I were in a relationship, nothing would make me look at you. I don’t care how good you think you are with your dick. Do you understand me?”
I slash my hand through the air and almost knock the plate with my burger and fries out of the waitress’ hand. I didn’t realize she was standing there, and now she’s looking at me in utter shock. She can judge me all she wants. I refuse to feel ashamed.
“Here’s yourplainburger and fries,” she makes sure to put emphasis onplain, like I’m about to eat poison. “And here’s your plate, too, Wreck, if you’re sitting here?” She looks at him with stars in her eyes. Maybe she was jealous that I mentioned his dick.
“Yup, here,” Wrecker grins at her, all giddy and acting stupid.
I grab the bottle of mustard off the side and make a show out of squeezing some on my burger, then the ketchup for my fries. Wanda, as her nametag indicates, is watching me in pure horror after which she finally leaves.
