Page 8 of Trusting You
“Will do,” I nodded as they slipped through the door, leaving me in silence.
I took a few deep breaths before I woke up my phone and stared at the screen. I already had Mel’s number from when I conned Emma into giving it to me last week. I’d texted her a few times, but she’d pretty much told me to drop dead. I was hoping that she’d at least talk to me tonight after our earlier run in.
I pushed the auto dial and leaned against the wall waiting for her to answer. “Hello?” she sounded unsure of herself when she picked up.
“Hey,” my voice cracked and I swallowed.
“Who is this?” her voice faded like she pulled the phone away to look at the caller ID.
“It’s Aaron. Please don’t hang up,” I rushed the words out hoping that I’d catch her before she disconnected the call.
“What do you want?” she sounded monotone. There was no emotion present, none whatsoever. It hurt to know I’d done this, but at least it wasn’t anger.
“I just want to talk,” I sighed. “I miss talking to you.”
“Un huh,” she scoffed.
“Really. I’m not trying to do anything other than talk,” I waited to see if she’d stay.
“So talk,” now she sounded annoyed. We were making progress. Still not what I wanted, but she stayed on the line.
“I was wondering if maybe we could hang out this weekend. I’m going to be here until Brock goes home, and I was thinking maybe we could meet for coffee or something.” I waited, and waited, and waited for her to say something… anything.
“I can’t.” Except that. “I have a lot to do this weekend. Family stuff,” she clarified.
“So if you weren’t busy, we could hang out?” I sounded desperate.
“Maybe,” I heard some rustling in the background, followed by muffled voices.
“Ok,” Mel was talking to whomever was in the room, but I took advantage of it hoping that her being a nice girl would overrule her annoyance with me.
“Perfect! How about next weekend?” I grinned as my entire demeanor changed.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” she was back to being pissed.
“Too late. You can’t back out now,” I pushed.
“I didn’t agree to anything, Aaron. I’m busy next weekend too.”
I sucked in a deep breath and blew it out, “How about the weekend after that then?”
“I’m busy every weekend,” she snapped.
“I know. Em said you are, but who can study that much? Take a weekend off. You did over the summer,” reminding her of the summer was supposed to help me, but instead it only reminded her that I’d been an ass.
“Oh, I remember the summer all right. Thanks for that, by the way,” her voice sounded like ice and I prayed she gave me just one more minute.
“I’m sorry. Please, one night, that’s all I want. Let me take you out on one date, and then you can tell me to go to hell if you don’t want to see me again,” I was begging but I didn’t care. I needed this girl. Something about her called to me. I didn’t know what it was, but there was kind of an invisible connection that formed when we first met. I knew if I could start over with a clean slate that things would be different.
“Aaron,” she sighed.
“That wasn’t a ‘no’,” I chuckled.
“It wasn’t a ‘yes’ either,” she corrected.
“One night. Promise,” I pressed my lips together as I waited for what felt like years on my end of the conversation.
She finally answered, “Fine, but I’m meeting you there. Where are we going?”
