Most of the messages were about how sorry he was. I wanted to forgive him, but I was still just too angry to even consider the thought. Then the last few messages had him going off the deep end, talking about how much I owed him for being in the relationship.
I just deleted anything that sounded remotely like him. Then I got a message from Tiffany.
“You’ll never guess who I slept with, Chris from the football team. God, he was so dreamy. I wonder if he’ll be free tomorrow for another round.”
I clicked off the messages.
“Did you sleep with my roommate, Tiffany, yesterday,” I asked.
“She was your roommate?”
“Yes,” I said.
“I did. I called her after practice the other day, and it sounded like she was super excited.”
I wanted to be angry at Chris, but it wasn’t as though we were dating. He even explained to me the other night that he was only here for some fun.
“Well, at least, this was a one-time thing,” I said.
“Really? After all that, you don’t want to try a second time. I really have to say that you were the best I’ve had since coming to the school.”
I blushed at the compliment, but I was still a little upset, so I kept a straight face.
“Chris, you’re just here for some fun, remember?” I snapped.
“Yeah, but fun is best when it’s shared,” he replied with a cheesy grin.
I sighed.
“Listen, Chris, this is the one and only time I’m going to sleep with you. I have more important things to do with my time than sleep with some college bonehead that’ll stick his dick in the first girl that bends over.”
“That was harsh,” he replied.
“If I don’t figure out what to do with my life, then my entire college career is going to become a pointless waste of time. I can’t be sleeping around; this is important.”
He went quiet for a moment.
“You should be a counselor because then you can yell at everyone all the time about how stupid they are and make all their decisions for them,” he said.
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked.
“I don’t see where the joke was,” he started, “you spent our entire conversation at the bar trying to figure me out. You did the same to your friend Tiffany when I met you guys at the coffee shop. I might not be the smartest person in the world, but I can tell you would be a decent counselor.”
He wasn’t entirely wrong. I did like trying to figure people out, and advising them. I wondered why I’d never thought of it before.
The truck pulled up to my apartment that I rented with Tiffany.
“Thanks for the evening, Chris,” I said, “maybe we can get some coffee and chat some other time. Like friends are supposed to.”
“We’ll see. I have a lot of girls bent over and waiting for me, after all,” he said with a laugh.
I couldn’t stifle my own giggle at his somewhat obnoxious comment.
With the door shut, he drove off.
I wondered what kind of counselor I would be.
5.
I started thinking about being a counselor more and more as time continued on. It had been nearly a week since my excursion with Chris. Brad had finally stopped harassing my phone, which allowed me to continue on with life. And, I finally got my things back.
I had begun researching what counselors do, and what kinds of courses would lead into that position. To my surprise, nearly all of my classes would lead me toward that goal.
I emailed the school counselors about what they really did and all of them were incredibly helpful in responding to my requests. In fact, one of them offered to let me shadow them for a day. I was more than a little curious.
Then Chris called.
“Hello,” I said.
“Coffee?” he asked.
“Sure, I could use a pick-me-up,” I replied.
The phone clicked off. He wasn’t as much of a jerk as I had initially thought. In fact, he was quite nice. We’d continue to text back and forth for some time now.
I threw my blonde hair into a simple bob and put on whatever happened to be lying around. I wasn’t in the mood to dress myself up for Chris since he probably had just slept with someone earlier this afternoon anyway.
Chris sat there waiting in one of the large plush leather seats. I wanted to think that wasn’t attracted to him anymore, but that was a lie.
I ordered my drink and joined him in the chair that sat nearby.
“Have you changed your mind, yet?” he asked.
“I didn’t know I’d had a decision to make,” I replied.
“Do you want to go for another round?” he asked.
“Oh, that.”
I took a long sip of my coffee and tried to figure out a response.
“Chris, you’re an interesting man, but I can’t see myself with you.”