POV Jess
It's just after nine o'clock by the time I get back home. Luckily, Charlotte made enough chicken fajitas to feed an army and was able to fill my empty stomach. I'm cozied up in some oversized gray sweat pants and a white hoodie watching Love is Blind yet again. If Robbie and Helene don't both say yes at the altar then I'm throwing in the towel there's no hope for any of us.
My phone dings beside me and I ignore it for a minute because I can't miss this part in my show. After the scene I needed to see, I grab my phone and see a text from an unknown number.
Unknown number: I'm sorry blondie
Oh fuck. Oh, Jesus what is going on? Is this who I think it is? Who else calls me blondie?
Me: Cole?
Unknown number: ya
I add in his name to my contact list, even though I should not for many reasons.
Me: How did you get my number??
Cole: Chloe
Me: She gave you my number?
Cole: No I stole it
Me:??
Cole: She left her phone in the room and I wanted your number
Ohh this explains a lot…this is about the text from Roman. He totally snuck a peak when I was out getting the water. But seriously? How childish to give me the cold shoulder and what is it to him anyway?
Me: kinda like how you did to me earlier?
Cole: oops
Me: What is your deal? You can't go through people's personal things Cole and why did you need my number?
Cole: To apologize for earlier. I really am sorry blondie I don't know what came over me
Me: Well fine I guess I forgive you but don't do it again
Cole: noted
I choose not to respond because one, it's inappropriate to be texting a patient, and two he didn't leave much room for a response. I direct my attention back to my trash TV but I'm having a hard time focusing on it now. My phone dings again and I nearly jump in surprise.
Cole: Penny for your thoughts?
This freaking guy I swear…
Me: I'm in shock that you're texting me, penny for yours?
Cole: Why did you kiss him?
Whoa..that was bold. What kind of question is that?
Me: Cole…
I mostly just say that because how am I supposed to respond to that? Oh, I don't know because I want him more than the oxygen I need to live?
Cole: Fine
Cole: Have you ever wondered that all this bitterness you have towards your family isn't actually bitterness but wanting to be accepted? Maybe this Prince Charming guy is a way to impress them…just a thought
Me: Why would you say that? My family did this on their own. Yes, I'm bitter but that's because I can't live the way they do, I can't be formed and molded the way they want. This isn't about acceptance, acceptance would only come from just that and I refuse to continue to pretend I'm someone I'm not. As for Roman goes my interest in him has nothing to do with impressions.
Cole: So why do u like him?
Me: Not that it's any of your business but I like him because he's attractive, smart, established, and respected
Cole: So, boring?
Me: he is NOT boring!
Cole: Whatever you say blondie
Me: Good night Cole
How dare he? Roman is not boring he's fun and full of life. Cole is just jealous and intimidated by his perfection, any man would be.
Cole: Good night sleeping beauty
I grunt loudly in frustration. What was the point of even texting me an apology when it ended in countless amounts of insults instead? This man is so infuriating no wonder his girlfriend ditched him. Okay that that was mean no one deserves that but still!
I need my rest after this headache of a conversation. I pack my dress, shoes, makeup and curling iron in a backpack for tomorrow night. Straight from work I'm going to Charlotte's bachelorette party so I'll need to get ready at work, it's less than ideal but it'll have to do. I lay down in bed growing frustrated by Cole's text messages. I'm not entirely upset about what he said, I'm upset that he's making me question my subconscious mind.