Adams Point of View
I must have called her about twenty times, each time going straight to voicemail. I'm not quite sure if I should be worried, or disappointed. The girl of my dreams accepts my invitation, and doesn't even show. But I guess, being me, its what I deserve. I could never land a girl like Fiona. I mean its Fiona freaking Coyne! And I'm simply Adam. I guess I should be on my way now. Ive had been outside her condo for the passed 43 minutes, when I started to walk off.
"I had a really great time", I heard a familiar voice say.
As I turned around, I wasn't expecting the face that I saw.
Drew. He was walking out of Fiona's building, with her clinging to him like some sort of key chain. Drew and I had locked eyes, and I knew by the look in his eyes, he was mortified.
"Adam…" He started to say, before I cut him off.
"Don't. Trust, me, you've already done enough." I say with a slight hint of disappointment in my voice.
I looked at Fiona. You could tell by her smeared make up, hiccups, dazed look, and blood shot eyes, that she was wasted. I was disgusted. He took advantage of her. While she had been drunk.
I looked straight into her eyes.
"I thought you were different. I thought you cared. I actually thought you had a heart."
I felt a lump in the back of my throat as I said those last words.
The reason she didn't show up was to have some sort of meet up with my brother. My brother. The only one who I thought I could trust with everything. The one who, he, himself told me that I could have a shot with her. He said that he would back off to let me have a chance. I chance that I so badly needed, that I so badly wanted.
"Adam, wait!", Fiona said, as I started to walk off. "Please."
I stopped for a moment, considering the though of whether I should turn around, and try to solve this dilemma, or just keep walking, holding back the tears in my eyes.
I continued walking, hearing them mumble words behind me.
"…Mistake…wrong…sorry…", I heard Fiona say.
As I walked home, I was pondering the thought of them two together. The two of them laughing about how I thought I had a shot with Fiona.
When I got home, I went straight to my room, locking the door behind me.
I took of my binder, and looked in the mirror, disgusted. "Who would want this?" I thought to myself.
I laid down, trying to force out everything. Everything that had happened today. I wish I could have rewound and stopped myself from meeting Fiona, and stop myself from falling in love. All I wanted was silence.