I have not figured that out?”
I dropped my soda cup and it exploded on the lots gravel. I turned around and started to walk away from Arsen who swore at Trista. I could hear him running to catch up to me, but I refused to stop. I was so angry and so hurt, that I walked faster than I ever had before.
I couldn’t believe that I was actually starting to possibly like a porn star. I had never liked anyone that quickly before. What the hell was wrong with me?
“Neve! Neve wait!” Arsen yelled as I pushed open the security gate.
But I didn’t want to wait. I didn’t want to stand there and listen to his reasons or his excuses or anything he had to stay.
I want to go home. I need to go back to New York where nobody hides what they are. I want to see my friends and family. I’m sick and tired of being surrounded by people who fuck for a living.
The angrier I became, the faster I walked. I could hear Arsen faintly behind me still calling my name, so I turned left on the first block that I could and ran faster.
I didn’t know where I was and I didn’t know where I was going, but I just needed to get away.
My phone rang as I ran down another block. I wouldn’t have answered it but I knew it was Addie just by the ringtone.
I answered and sat down on the city street. I leaned against a dirty wall until I was able to calm myself enough to speak.
“Neve, Arsen sent me a text message. He said you ran off of the lot and he’s worried about you,” she said.
A text message? How does even have her phone number?
“Addie, he’s a porn actor. He fucks people for a living and he never told me!” I shouted into the phone.
“But I don’t understand why that bothers you. You guys aren’t dating. Unless ... Neve, can I ask you a question without you getting mad at me?”
“I don’t know if I like him,” I said cutting her off, “I was going to try to figure that out. I’ve only known him for a day but he makes me laugh and when he’s around, I feel this weird happy vibe. But I can’t be serious about someone like him. What the hell does it matter anyway?” I shouted in frustration.
“I’m coming out there. I’ll see what I can find flying out today and I’ll catch a red eye if I have to. Just go home and wait for me,” she said.
I started to cry. Addie was the one person I could always count on. She told me that no matter how far away we were from each other she always a phone call or a plane ride away.
“Go home, Neve. Okay? I’ll be there as soon as I can, I promise,” she said before she hung up.
I put my phone back in my pocket and took a few shuddery breaths. I plucked myself off of the sidewalk and looked around. I had no idea where I was.
My phone beeped a few times letting me know that I had a new text message.
Maybe Addie forgot something, I thought as I brought the screen to life and clicked on the messaging icon.
Please let me see you.
It was Arsen.
Fuck off. Or better yet fuck Trista.
I turned my phone off before I put it away again and began to walk down the street. A few blocks away I saw a police officer, so I figured I would just get directions from him.
The cop told me I’d be walking for a few hours if I didn’t have a car. He offered to call me a cab but that’s when I remembered that I didn’t have my wallet with me. I thanked him but declined.
There was only one way I’d be able to get home and I really didn’t want to go that route, but I didn’t have a choice.
I powered my phone back on and waited for a few seconds, while it fully loaded everything.
I saw that I had three new text messages. I knew they were from Arsen without even having to look at them.
I took a deep breath and opened my call log, pressing down on his name.
“Neve? Where are you?” he asked frantically.
“I need a ride home. I don’t have any money on me.”
“Where are you? I’ll come get you,” he said.
I looked up at the big awning I was standing underneath.
“Nick’s
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