Lady of the dirt track

Jen

“What do you mean you're dropping out of college?” I ask him down the phone. We are in our second year in college and he’s telling me he’s dropping out.

“As I told you Jen I’m dropping out as I’m focusing on my riding instead,” I swear the next time I see him, I will punch him in the face. And he’s doing this over the phone! What a fucking coward.

“Greg please explain to me what you are trying to say as none of this makes any sense. We were supposed to go to Boston together. Are we still doing that at least?” Feeling nervous I start to pace around my dorm room. Luckily, I’m in my dorm alone as my roommate is out at a party.

“Jen, I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m going to Boston with you or if I’m going back to Los Angeles. I do know that I am not gaining everything being here in college and I would rather ride than sit in a classroom and listen to a stupid fuck ramble on about something that means nothing to me.”

“Thant’s bullshit Greg and you know it. Has he got into your head?” If he says that bastard manager of his has got to him, I swear I will do so much legal damage when I get my law degree, he wouldn’t know what’s hit him.

“No Jen, he didn’t get to me,” Thank fuck for that I hate that bastard but at least he’s not corrupted him that much. “But his daughter did.”

“Excuse me?” I stand still from the pacing feeling my heart starting to break. I’m praying that he’s not cheated on me again, that once in high school to cause us to break up the first time was enough. If he’s done it again, that’s it no more chances. We will be done for good.

“Andrea got me thinking. She said I am a great rider, but I could be better. She thinks if I solely focus on my riding, I could travel the world and compete anywhere. That is my dream right now Jen. I thought you of all people would understand that.” Understanding someone's dream I understand wholeheartedly, but what Greg is asking of me. I’m sorry but this I don’t understand.

My roommate comes barreling through the apartment drunk off her ass from some frat party she went to. Seeing her in this state I knew what I had to do, “I’m sorry Greg but I have to go, Cora just came home drunk again I have to deal with her,” I calmly tell him trying to not make my voice sound like it’s breaking just like I can feel my heart is right now.

“Fine, Jen go, go deal with a bitch who can’t control her drinking I bet she’s fucking high too,” Greg shouts at me down the phone.

“Don’t talk about her like that Greg, she ...” The phone goes dead. I checked my battery and that’s fine I still have 65% of the charge left and my signal is good. Which means only one thing. That bastard hung up on me.

I leave my phone on the kitchen counter after Greg hung up on me thinking I will deal with him later I have something more important to do right now. Dealing with Cora, making sure she’s okay by making sure she has a glass of water before going to bed, and after she has had her glass that is exactly where I put her. To bed. Before I even stepped away from her when her head hit that pillow, she was out like a light softly snoring away. Stepping out of her room I go into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and into the bathroom to grab some Advil from the cabinet above the sink and I take them back into Cora’s room to leave them beside her bed for her to take and drink when she wakes up.

Walking back into the kitchen to grab myself a bottle of water I hear my phone ping with an incoming text. I have a feeling I know who it’s from. Opening the bottle to have a sip I walk over to my phone to read the text, and I was right with who it was from. Greg.

Greg: Jen, you haven’t chosen me first in the last few months and when I needed you to support me and choose me now, you don’t. I don’t think you understand and believe in my dream when all I have done is follow you and your dream. It's time I put myself first. You were even too fucking scared to get on a motorcross bike so how can I believe that you will support me as I go and follow my dream. I’m breaking up with you so I can go and live my dream.

He’s joking, isn’t he? This is a sick joke if he is. Reading his text over and over again not believing he’s done this. I try calling him, but he must have blocked my number as I am getting an automated message saying that the number I am trying to contact is no longer in use. I can feel my heart breaking as my hand starts to shake uncontrollably and tears well in my eyes. That asshole broke up with me by text message. I didn’t think he would ever hurt me like this again, but he’s proven me wrong.