Chapter 57
"Hey, hasn't he replied yet?" Roxy asks, placing her flute on the table.
I shrug. "Not yet. Let's wait for a couple of minutes," I sound nervous and worried.
Another hour and a couple of minutes pass as we sit there. Scott came back from outside an hour ago and he's now on his phone too. He steals glances at me every minute.
"Not to be rude or anything, but... Are you sure Blake's coming?" he questions.
I tried calling him thrice but he didn't pick up. What should I tell my friends? That he stood us up? That he stood me up? Because this dinner thing happened because of me and I dragged them here thinking it would be a lovely, bubbly dinner of reconciliation.
Reconciliation? Reconciliation my ass!
He stood me up!
It's 10PM already.
"I don't think he's coming." Saying these words makes my heart feel crushed. "Let's go," I say, trying to ignore the tears stinging the back if my eyeballs.
"Our ride left a long time ago," Scott reminds us. "It's not in the parking lot. I'll call an uber," he suggests.
Roxy shakes her head and speaks. "I'm sorry, babe. But I'm very pissed off. Not because we're in this because of you, but because he stood you up and he isn't calling or texting you back. If he didn't want us here, he should have said so, instead of backing out on you." She sounds calm but I can tell she's super pissed off, she'd skin Blake alive if he walked through those doors right now.
I lean back on my chair and rake my fingers through my hair in frustration.
"Don't blame yourselves. He's the only one who knows why he hasn't shown up," I explain as I stare at my phone on the table.
"I'm sorry, Kyrah. The uber is here. Let's go home." He stands up and stretches out his hand which I grab without hesitation. If I walk by myself, I won't make it through the door. I feel embarrassed as hell!
Why didn't he call or text me back? Why?
As we walk out, at the parking lot I spot someone familiar.
"Jim?" I call out. He stops on his heel and stares back. Ignores us and walks up to a car and drives off.
From behind us, someone claps thrice, slowly.
"How lovely you all look. Too bad prince charming didn't show up."
Cruella...
"Go fuck yourself, Sabrina!" Roxy snaps.
"Oh, I'm not here to cause a scene. Scott warned me last time and I will keep my promise," she says in that annoying, pitchy voice.
"What are you doing here? How did you know we'd be here?" I ask, pure anger in my words. I can taste it even.
"I have my own ways of finding out stuff, princess," she replies.
"This is a colossal waste of time. Let's go, our ride is waiting," Scott says without looking at Sabrina.
"I'm here to warn you again. Stay away from Blake Dawson," she says. Why should I stay away from my own boyfriend? What's going on? This is absurd. This idiot is making my night even worse! I can't take it anymore. Roxy is furious, veins are protruding on her temples and I know she's ready to pounce on Sabrina any minute now. I don't want to cause a scene and I don't want any drama right now. I am just tired of everything, so I pull Roxy to my side and she grits her teeth. We all need to calm down.
"You stay away from Kyrah, you filthy bitch. You're lucky Scott didn't punch you in the face. If I was there, you'd have left with a broken nose," Roxy hisses.
Sabrina laughs, throwing her head backwards.
"Look at the drop out speaking. I-"
Smack! Smack!
The rage I am feeling had to be released one way or another. I didn't even notice my arms flying to her face and slapping her twice. Left and right.
"No one disrespects my friends. Fuck off!" I say, a middle finger in the air. Roxy and Scott have never seen this side of me and I don't know where it came from.
Sabrina holds on to her cheeks, her mouth agape.
"I've warned you bitch!" is all she says and walks away to her car and drives away.
We all sigh at the same time and enter the uber.
On our way back home, the question that's bothering us is, what was Jim doing there?
Why did he drive off when he saw us, without a word. He just left. He's been weird for some time now. And in a way, Sabrina always finds out where I am. All the damn time!
I grit my teeth and bury my face in my hands.
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