Chapter 10

As I am finishing up on eating my dinner I start to clean up
just as my phone dings. I go over to the counter to where I
have my phone plugged in and pick it up to see who has texted
me. I am shocked at what I see staring back at me. Well Mr.
Davenport you proved me wrong. I figured for sure I would
never hear back from you, I mean I never did respond back to
your text message from yesterday. I figured I would give you
an easy escape, you wouldn’t need to make up any lame excuses,
all you needed to do was say well you never responded back to
me. I know cannot be that foolish to miss that opportunity,
I’m sure he is quick the slick master of breaking hearts, but
I am not that dumb to give you that opportunity with me Mr.
Davenport. I really thought that yesterday at the accident
scene you were just being a nice guy so the damsel in distress
wouldn’t sue your ass, even though it is one sexy ass I must
admit I took notice to that. But maybe I was completely wrong
about him and he wasn't just putting on an act and is really a
nice guy. I laugh out loud, "yeah a nice guy that has looks
like that, ha. Oh, and not to mention seems to have all his
shit together. I mean he has insurance and a nice truck, he
obviously has an apartment her in the complex, and this isn’t
the most affordable option in the area. So, I am assuming he
has a fairly decent job."
I continue out loud to myself, “well either way this girl is
not that foolish Mr. Davenport and I will not be the next
drooling idiot ditzy chick that you can just make an ass out
of”. If I learned anything at all from the shit of the past,
it was to never jump to conclusions that give me false hope
and end up with my having a crushed self-worth. Trust me that
was a hard lesson learned, it took almost every single ounce
of my dignity and self-esteem. At times I honestly am not
sure if I even poses any of those things anymore.
So, now time for me to start my strategy planning and that I
decide begins with a cold beer. I grab a beer out of the
fridge, wander over to the sofa and plop down with a sigh. I
pop open my can of beer and take one long chug. I say, "ah,

yes now let's get this party started Mr. Warren Slick
Davenport."
I open the text completely, so I can read the entire thing
from start to finish. I read out loud even though it is only
Brandi and I, "Sophie, this is Warren I hope you are ok. I
sent you a text yesterday afternoon and got extremely
concerned". HA, no that isn't in his text that was my
sarcastic response that automatically happened inside my head
to the extremely concerned part. I announce out loud, “my ass
you are”! Ok, he continues "I hope you were not more injured
in the accident than what you thought and that you had ended
up going into the hospital". Inside my head I think yes, I
did, and I am going to sue you for everything you got, I don’t
fall for this nice guy bullshit you are shoveling at me. I
irritatingly continue to read, "I hope you aren't avoiding me,
and I am really looking forward to hearing back from you. I
am hoping we can maybe make plans for this weekend if you
would be interested in seeing me again". I scream out loud
“Yeah I'm sure are, I can smell the bullshit oozing from my
phone. Brandi, can you believe this one? How can someone
think that I can be such a brainless twit to fall for this
act. He just wants to make his ego even bigger than what it
obviously already is. He thinks by making the biggest fool
out of me a girl that realizes she isn't worth his time, well
guess what I already know I’m not worth your time, so I beat
you to the punch asshole. We will show him though, won’t we
Brandi?”
I realize her attention is no longer on me, but she is now
eyeballing something outside the window. I get even more
aggravated as I think to myself, does he really think that I
have no experience at all with men and that I will fall for
this extremely over dramatized act of concern he is
portraying. I am not that fucking foolish dude, I was never
lucky to have a boyfriend as good looking as you, which proves
my point even more so, because the losers I dated wouldn't
even care enough to be concerned about my wellbeing after an
accident even if they ran the fuck over me. Sorry to burst
your ego bubble asshole.