Dancing With The Player | ✓

Chapter 17

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Brielle

8:09 PM

Sam and I sat at our favorite diner, Randy's Shack. Whenever any of us were stressed out or needed to eat our feelings, we always order two double chocolate shakes and onion rings to split. Today, I needed them more than ever.

When Christopher first ditched me on the sidewalk after our kiss, I was shocked. I couldn't wrap my brain around the fact that one moment his lips were pressed against mine, and then the next, he was gone.

But after the initial shock wore off, I just grew angry. How dare he leave me there after that! I immediately called Sam in my need to vent, and we have been here ever since.

"You know what really pisses me off?" I asked Sam, rhetorically of course. "The fact that he gave me no reason and just ran, like who does that?" I took a long slurp of my shake before catching my breath.

"And to be honest, he's not even that cute anymore. He's one of those guys that look good from afar, but when you look at them up close they just look worse and worse. He's basically a catfish."

I looked up at Sam for confirmation but was only answered with a slight nod of her head and a soft murmur. Her eyes seemed to have glazed over, staring at the Beatles poster hung on the wall.

"Sam!" I clapped my hands in front of her face, causing her eyes to snap towards mine. She looked disheveled for a second before finally returning to reality.

"I was listening!" she said in a high-pitched voice, lying straight through her teeth. She spotted my knowing glance before finally confessing.

"Okay fine, I wasn't, but can you blame me? You've been talking about how much you hate him for like two hours." She played with the straw in her empty cup. "A friend can only take so much."

I rubbed my eyes, resting my forehead on the cool table. "I know," I groaned, looking back at her. "It's just that he's stuck in my head, you know? And no matter how much I try to shake him I can't stop thinking about him."

I rubbed my temples with my fingers, feeling a head ache coming on. "It's just so frustrating."

"I know," Sam said, looking at me with sympathetic eyes. "That's why I texted him to meet us."

"What!" My jaw dropped as my eyes grew wide.

"I had to!" she exclaimed, quickly defending herself. "You've been saying the same thing over and over for the past thirty minutes. If I didn't do something, I was going to go insane."

A look of hurt was plastered on my face. I couldn't help feeling a little betrayed. I just wanted someone to vent to, I wasn't ready to confront Christopher.

She must have sensed this because her tone grew softer, her eyes locked onto mine.

"I don't know what's going on between you to, but you deserve to know. It hurts me to see you distraught like this. Whether you guys get together or not, you deserve closure."

I bit my lip, nodding my head in agreement. I wanted to know why he ran, but the thought of even talking to him made my heart race in nervousness. What if it wasn't a crazy reason at all, and he just ran away because he decided that he didn't like me, or he wanted to be with Melanie more.

The sound of the bell attached to the door of the restaurant interrupted my thoughts. Before even looking, I knew it was him. I quickly opened a menu, trying to hide my face behind it.