I don’t answer, and a new voicemail pops up on my screen.
A couple of seconds pass. He calls again.
Does this boy have absolutely no clue as to when he should give up?
I watch the incoming call for a while. Then I do something I’ll probably regret tomorrow.
“You do know one voicemail is just as effective as thirty-four?” I blurt.
He doesn’t speak right away,
“Winter?” He sounds in disbelief that I picked up.
“Who else?”
“Are you… okay?”
Now that I finally took his call, he’s not sure what to say.
“No, I’m not okay. I fell for a fucking moron! You keep lying to me. Why are you always lying to me? Is there a sign on my forehead that says I’m a dumbass, please lie to me?”
“Are you drunk?” His tone shifts from shocked to worried.
“I would’ve done everything for you, but you keep fucking with my heart and… You know what? I want my heart back. You don’t know how to take care of it. I’ll be expecting a refund in five business days.” I snort at my own joke until I’m hit by the urge to start sobbing. Drunk-girl problems.
“You’re completely wasted,” he states.
“Well, thanks, Captain Obvious.”
“What have you been drinking?”
I scoff. “You mean what I have not been drinking.”
“Winter,” he warns.
“Chill, Mom. Just tequila.”
“Where the hell are you?”
“In the closet, looking for Narnia.”
I don’t know this girl.
“Answer the question,” he insists.
I tell him the club name. Why am I still talking to him?
I want to go back inside the second I walk outside. It’s cold as heck, and I left my coat at the coat check.
“Are you alone?”
“Of course not. I came here with Allie, Kass, and the guys, but everybody left me to go make out. Turns out some boyfriends aren’t lying pieces of shit.” I almost trip over my own feet.
He completely dismisses my insults. “I’ll be there in ten.”
The line goes dead.
Only then do I realize what I’ve done.