CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I’m such an idiot. What’s that saying, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me? Well, I deserve some shame because here I am again, a week after my last run with James and I haven’t heard anything from him.

Why do I keep falling for his half-assed apologies? He doesn’t even say sorry! He tries to communicate with runs and eye contact, and a relationship can’t be built on those alone.

The worst part is that things are still weird between me and Ben, and I blame James. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have to keep secrets from the one person who has always been there for me.

I’m so mad I feel like my head could explode.

Thankfully, I’m so used to waitressing in a bad mood that it doesn’t affect my productivity. Sharon and I tackle the morning rush capably, and she’s nice enough not to mention that I look like someone ran over my cat and then threw the remains on my lawn.

All she says is, “If ever and whenever you want to talk, I’m here.”

I can’t take her up on th