When I get back to the club, I notice that the parking lot is completely vacant; Monica ditched me. I decide to take the bus rather than walk home in the dark. As I sneak on with a family of six, I start to think about my bucket list again. Is it right to make someone fall in love with me? I'm going to die in less than a year most likely. Am I going to miss the things about this city? I close my eyes and the faint smell of urine and sweaty plastic seats reaches my nostrils. I won't miss this city, that's for sure.
The city lights pass by me as I stare out the window. I start to sing Hillary Duff's Coming Clean and pretend I'm in a music video.
The bus stops a block from my apartment, so I exit without making eye contact with the bus driver. Damn Monica, leaving me and taking my purse with her. I get up to the door and knock since she also has my keys. The sound of her getting up from the couch and making her way to the door gives me a minute to come up with something to yell at her.
She opens the door with a glass of red wine in hand. "Have a nice run?"
I push past her and go to my room. I couldn't think of anything to yell at her, so it's best I just not say anything. She follows me and leans in my door way.
"I know Wade is ugly, but come on." She shakes her head. "I mean the guy looks like a cantaloupe that has been in the sun for a year, but you didn't have to run away."
I sit on my bed and the anger fades from me. "Did he think I left because I thought he was ugly?"
She shrugs. "He didn't say. He told me that you ran off and then he left immediately after."
"I think I need to be alone for a little."
Monica invites herself to be alone with me and sits on my bed. "Where did you go?"
"I just needed to clear my head. Oh!" I smile at her in the way girls do when there is gossip to be told. "I saw Deadpool."
Her jaw drops and her wine spills a little onto my floor. Blinks crawls out from under my bed to sniff the red liquid. It's a good thing we have wooden floor. Monica's face contorts in an array of emotional distress; shock, disbelief, and confusion. She finally opens her tightlipped mouth.
"Tell me everything."
"He saw me running and I um…I guess I ran into him, and we talked."
She holds her hand up. "No, you're lying."
"Fine, he stopped me from running into traffic," I say rolling my eyes hoping she takes the white lie.
She sips her drink waiting for more of the story. I explain to her how we got talking about my bucket list and how he insistently made fun of my virginity. Monica grips her glass and my blankets with wide eyes barely leaving mine. This girl is crazy about Deadpool. I even describe his ass in fine detail. Fine. Detail.
"Oh my god," she gasps as she gulps her wine down. "That is so much better than my news for you!"
My eyebrow raises at her. "What?"
"I set you and Wade up on a date for tomorrow."
"What?" I repeat. "Why?"
She licks the last flavor of wine off her lips. "He was the one that asked me if you were single. So I suggested that you both go for dinner tomorrow at six."
"Where?" My face heats up at the thought of actually being on date.
Her lips tighten in a smirk. "Pierre's."
As the words leave her lips, I throw my pillow at her. Pierre's is one of the most expensive restaurants in this city! She did that on purpose! Girl code states that if the dinner is expensive, he's going to want you to put out. What if I pay for myself? Would it still be a date? Unless this is exactly what Monica wants; for me to finally rid myself of the V-card with Wade.
Monica darts out of the room and waves goodnight as she slams the door behind her. I cannot believe this. Does Wade really want me to go out with him? Then he must know that I don't think he's ugly. I pick Blinks up and put her on my lap. She mews at me and bats her paws at my nose. I actually think Wade is really attractive. His scars don't really bother me at all. But that first impression. Ugh!
