Evanna Austen a freshman in college, starts out her journey with her friends. After successfully passed out her freshman year she was ready to began her second year more than ever, with the friends she loved. Everything was going fine until her unco...
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“When will you be free?” He asks once we arrive outside the cafe. I wasn't paying attention to whatever he said since his— I have been with many girls —statement.
Many girls. He has been with many girls or could have been with some. I know he isn't a person who likes to settle with one girl. I got that vibe from him when I started spending time with him during the whole tutor thing. Half of the time he was late because of the girls.
The girls he used to hook up with. I don't want to argue over that with my inner voice because it isn't a lie. I have seen various hickeys on his neck, the amount of time I caught him making out with a girl whether it's at a party or college. The numerous flirting at the back of the class. I have seen all of them and now it's affecting me. It's affecting me badly that I want to just—
“I don't know.” I reply to him before my eyes start to well up. I open the gate, in a hurry to get out of his car but he stops me.
“I will be here at 6. I want to take you somewhere after work.” I absentmindedly nod my head and jump out of the car. I head straight to my counter and wear the apron. I put my bag on the floor, under the table. One by one customers chime in for their orders and I busied myself.
I can't remember. Besides, I have been with many girls. It's not like I remember each and every girl's names.
Each and every girl's name? What does he mean by that? That there are hundreds of girls listed on his whoI slept with Journal? How could a person not remember a name? I remember names whether I talk only a few words with the person. Like I remember the customer who ordered a cappuccino only a few minutes back. He told me it and I remember it— his name is Frank. See that's easy. Then why isn't it easy for him? How many girls come and go in his life that he can't even remember their names?
