“Hello?” I hold the phone to my ear with a shoulder while I sit on the edge of my bed trying to pull on a pair of black jeans. Cursing myself for buying the tightest fucken jeans ever made, grrr.
“Oh, hi Ryan.” I’m breathless, thanks to the wrestling match with my pants, and a little confused as to why he’s ringing me. I glance at the clock on my nightstand wondering if I’m running late for our date.
“Leia, we need to talk.”
Fuck, that doesn’t sound good. I stop struggling with my jeans, reach up and grab my phone. I inhale and exhale slowly, wondering where this conversation is going. But, in all honesty, I knew it was coming.
“What’s up?” I hope my voice sounds void of any, and all, emotion.
He chuckles nervously before he goes on, “how do you make those two words sound like a business discussion?” he mumbles lowly.
I sit up a little straighter when I hear his words. I don’t think he meant for me to hear him, but I did, and it kind of hurt. He makes me sound so cold. He keeps speaking so I don’t get a chance to say anything.
“I’m just going to cut to the chase, I don’t think this thing we have going on is working.”
I nod as he keeps speaking even though he can’t see me. “I would really like to use that old saying of ‘It’s not you, it’s me,’ but I won’t lie to you – it is definitely you. I didn’t say that to hurt your feelings, and you’re a nice girl, but I just don’t see this going anywhere.”
He hurriedly speaks the last words, and I wipe away the single tear which has slipped down my cheek, determined not to let him know his words hurt. I take another small breath in and out, slowly release it so my voice doesn’t break when I speak. “Okay.”
“Okay?” He sounds puzzled.
“Well, what would you like me to say? You have obviously made up your mind so, there is no point arguing with you.” I note the edge to my voice.
“You must have known this was coming, Leia. You’re so unresponsive and closed off. How the hell am I supposed to get to know you when you block me at every turn?”
“Well, I guess it’s not your issue anymore, Ryan. You can…”
He cuts me off before I can finish the sentence. I feel anger slide up and down my spine wondering why the fuck I put up with this prick for the last four months.
“Look I’m sorry, okay. Fuck, I didn’t ring to upset you I just thought…”
I cut him right back the fuck off. Fuck him, and fuck this conversation, or whatever the fuck it is.