Fake dating the captain

~Liv~ “No.” That was actually my reply. I couldn't bring my self to date him. I didn’t leave the apartment for eight days straight. Zoe tried everything the first three days. She dragged me into the shower when I started to smell dirty and nasty again. She forced grilled cheese down my throat because it was the only thing I used to eat when we were nineteen and drunk on cheap wine. She put on every season of The Office and sat on my feet so I couldn’t run away. By day four she gave up and just left me alone with the blanket that smelled like Caleb’s stupid cologne because I refused to wash it. I kept telling myself one more day and then I’d burn it. One more day never came. I slept on the couch because the guest bed felt too much like a future I wasn’t ready for. The living room had the big window that looked out over the city, and at night the arena lights glowed red and white like a bruise. Every time a game ended I could hear the horns from the street and I wanted to thro