“Well, what happened?”
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t. I did some thinking, and I just can’t be with anyone right now.”
That one statement was like a million punches to my gut. How could he say that? A week ago, he was just fine. I wanted answers, but he wasn’t planning on giving any. At least not during that call.
I hung up with him and cried myself to sleep, hoping that perhaps Scott would change his mind the next day.
He did change his mind, but it wasn’t until a week later. And it wasn’t with me. It was with Vance.
* * * *
Vance was everything that I wasn’t at the time: outgoing and with a body models would die for. Scott insisted that we get together so I wouldn’t hate him, and as much as I wanted to avoid this confrontation, I was curious as to what caused him to suddenly find happiness.