Biker's Virgin

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I can smell the anxiety coming off you. What happened?" he asked. I sat on one of the couches as he turned the television off.

"It's over," I announced.

"What? What's over?"

"Ron and me. She ended it."

"Just like that? How?"

"We had a date the other day. She was meant to come to my place. So, she shows up, and I can tell she's upset, right? Like, irritated. I ask her what's wrong and she just blows up on me. She says all this stuff like she had a life when we broke up before and she wanted that back. She didn't want to be with me anymore."

"Hasn't it been weeks? Why would she say that to you now?"

"I don't know? I thought we were doing good. I thought she was happy," I said, running my hands through my hair. "I don't know why she turned like that."

"Are you sure you want to know why?"

"I... I don't know. She just told me she didn't want this anymore."

"What did you do?"

"I called the team back. I took the position."

"Good," he said, leaning back.

"What?" I snapped.

"After what you were ready to give up for her, she did that?"

"I still love her, Don. I never stopped. I don't know where this came from, but it's not good. I never wanted this."

"You wouldn't have taken the offer from the team unless she did. Call that what you want, Rome, but I call that a blessing in disguise."

"You don't fucking get it."

"I get finally having the one thing you've wanted your whole life dropped in your lap and I get having to give it up," he said seriously. "What I won't get is you finding a way to say no to this again. She took herself out of the equation. Now you can go pro if she was the only thing holding you back."

"She wasn't holding me back. I wanted her." He sighed.

"If she didn't feel the same way, it's a good thing she let you know before it was too late." I leaned back in my seat, laying my head back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling.

"I can't believe I almost got it that wrong," I said.

"I can't believe it took you this long. You know what, we should go out," he said, standing.

"What?"

"Drinks, on me. We should celebrate."

"Celebrate what?"

"Your contract. And your..."

"My breakup?"

"I know you're upset about it, Rome, but the girl dumped you. You can't feel bad about that, especially with what you were about to give up for her. There are more girls where she came from. It sucks, but you did it. You're going pro."