So Wrong. Part 13

The next day Patrick called me at work like he promised and said he wanted to have dinner that night. He spoke nervously, almost as though he was worried I’d changed my mind in the time we were apart. I could understand his concern; I had changed my mind a million times.

But I was selfish and I wanted him. I wanted also to desperately believe what he’d said to me could be true—that we could have each other and that everyone would accept us. He had sounded so sure, so convinced. Patrick was rarely wrong.

“Dinner sounds good to me.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Really,” I laughed. “Did you expect a different answer?”

“I’ll pick you up at 8,” he said before hanging up.

I smiled as I set my phone down. Then it vibrated again a little while later and I picked it up, not even bothering to look at the screen. “Are you double-checking? I already said yes!”

“What?” Chloe’s confused voice asked.

“Oh.” Shock and fear whipped coldly through my body. “I’m sorry,