Blinded

I couldn't believe my eyes. I did a double take. It took a minute, but once it registered, I started to get angry. What was she doing here? Shouldn't she be in LA, you know, the city she lives in? I tried to give Taylor the benefit of the doubt, but what the heck is he doing at an out of town restaurant with Farrah? To me, that just looked a little bit suspicious, especially since Taylor can't promise me that the doesn't have feelings for Farrah.

I racked my brain, trying to remember if Taylor had mentioned anything about his plans for today. After a good minute, I realized that he hadn't mentioned a word.

I hid behind Henry as I tried to remain unseen by both Taylor and Farrah. The last thing I wanted was for them to see me. I was successful! Henry and I got out of the restaurant unseen. I pulled out my phone and did the only thing I could think of doing, I sent Taylor a text message.

Hey, honey, what are you up to? Do you want to hang out later?

It took a minute before I got a response from him.

Sorry, babe, I'm studying right now. I promise we'll hang out tomorrow. I love you, Courtney.

When I read that message, I was seething. How dare he lie to me? Does he take me for a fool? Does he not give a damn about our relationship? I mean, come on! You have to know that I'm watching you after you cheated on Farrah twice. How dare he lie to my face and expect to get away with it? I was going to give him a piece of my mind.

Henry saw the look of anger written all over my face and stood in front of the restaurant door, blocking me.

"Hey, I think you should cool down," he told me.

"Why? He's lying to me straight to my face," I said, angrily. "Does he think I'm stupid?"

"I think you should take some time to calm down and think it through before barging in there and possibly making a fool of yourself," he said, gently.

"Sorry, Henry," I said, pushing him aside.

I walked inside the restaurant and breezed past the greeter. The greeter grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

"Miss, you can't go in here without a table," he told me.

"Oh, sorry," I said, sweetly. "But, I saw my friend sitting in a booth and I haven't seen him in a long time. I promise I'll order something." The greeter nodded and took my order.

I walked to Taylor's table and cleared my throat.

"Studying, huh?" I asked him. He clearly looked shocked to see me. Farrah just sat there smiling at me, as if knowing that I would be there. I hated how calm she was. "What the heck, Taylor? What is she doing here?"

"Uhhhh," he stuttered nervously. "She's-I- uh."

My diet soda got here and I thanked the waiter.

"You know what, Taylor?" I said. "I don't really care what you say anymore, we're through."

I threw my drink at him and stormed off, leaving Taylor looking shocked and Farrah laughing at him.