It was 7pm on Monday and the gang and I
were wrapping up our study session. Sarah, Henry, Emma, Corey, and I
got together everyday after class to review the day's workload and
study for upcoming material. We almost always met up in the same
study room in the library. It was a repetitive routine I'm sure I
could do in my sleep.
I grabbed my books and started stuffing
them into my book bag. There was a crunching noise coming from inside. I peeked in to see the New York Times magazine. It had been
such a busy Monday, I had almost forgotten about the article I'd
read.
“What's this” Sarah tugged at the
magazine as she slung her bag over her shoulder.
“Remember that guy, Connor Cassidy, I
told you about?” I handed the magazine to Sarah and continued to
put my laptop away. Sarah nodded her head. “Well, turns out he's a
saint”.
Sarah scrunched her eyebrows together
in disbelief. “You're telling me the New York Times did an article
on your pricky fuck buddy?”
I narrowed my eyes at Sarah signaling
for her to lower her voice. We were walking out of our study room
into the main library and people were startled by her inappropriate
remark.
“What?” She whispered acting as if
people were looking for no reason.
We quickly shuffled out onto the street
and sat down on a nearby bench. Sarah flipped through the magazine
until she came across his article. “Times' Top Five Doctor's in The
City You Should Know”, she whispered the title to herself.
After a couple of minutes she looked up
and rolled her eyes.
“You'd think the guy would have some
decency.” She tossed the magazine on to the empty space of the
bench between us.
“Kadie thinks he's just being an ass
to me. But, I think he's just an ass that tries to do good to make up
for it.” I stood up as I saw Sarah's driver approaching in the
oncoming traffic.
“Well why don't we find out?” Sarah
stood up and grabbed my arm. She pulled me as we ran towards her
driver. We weaved through the stopped traffic and climbed into the
car.
Sarah pulled out her iPad and did what
any millennial girl would do: cyber stalk.
“Con..ner...Cas..sid..dy” She said
as she typed out his name in the Facebook search bar.
“No...no..no” We scrolled through
until we found a thumbnail picture that resembled him the most. “Who
knew there were so many Conner Cassidy's?”
“That's him!” I pointed
She clicked on his name and his profile
pulled up. After giving each other a quick look we went back to
investigating.
“He has over 2,000 friends.” Sarah
noted in a sarcastic tone as she scrolled down his page.
“Wait!” I held my hand over
Sarah's, gesturing her to stop scrolling. “What is that?” I
pointed to a picture and she clicked on it.
It was of Connor in Africa. There was a
entire album dedicated to his trip. From pictures of him in a medical
tent to pictures of him helping the locals build wells. Sarah and I
scrolled through them in silence. Neither one of us knew what to say.
“Wow, looks like he's been traveling
a lot” Sarah clicked on Connor's pictures revealing a plethora of
albums titled with the country's name. “I think these are all pro
bono trips, Lynn. Maybe he is a saint?”
“Look” I pointed to a comment
someone left on Connor's wall. I read it aloud, “So happy you're
back in the states! This past year without you has been crucial. You
were deeply missed by everyone. Let's grab some beers soon.” Sarah
and I looked at each other, dumbfounded.
Sarah began clicking away again. “Let's
see... His favorite shows are Suits, White Collar, Breaking Bad,
Walking Dead. Typical guy shows. Judging by his likes and the
comments on his wall, I think he's just an ass to you.” Sarah
concluded as she exited out of Facebook and shut off her iPad.
I folded my arms over my chest while
letting all the new information about Connor resonate.
“So, what are you going to do?”
Sarah leaned her body towards me, interested in what I was going to
say.
“What am I going to do with what?”
I kept my gaze down at my lap.
“You have a bloke in L.A and a bloke
over here. You love one and you're shagging another.”
“I don't know. I don't know. I
don't know.” I held my head in both my hands.
Sarah began rubbing my shoulder, “Hey,
I'll admit, it's not a bad problem to have”
“It's just” I sighed, trying to
think of the right words to say. “It's just, Jonah was gone for so
long. Connor was just suppose to be a stepping stone back into the
world of normalcy.”
"Oh, my dear, there is nothing normal about the arrangements between you and Connor."
Sarah's driver pulled up to the curb
outside my apartment. I grabbed my bags and hopped out. As I started
walking away Sarah rolled down her window and shouted, “Why don't
you just talk to him?”
I turned around “Who? Connor?”
“Yeah, Connor. Just ask him what his
deal is. What do you have to lose?”
I pursed my lips and waved at Sarah as
her driver drove off.
I made my way upstairs and opened my
apartment door. To my surprise there were boxes spread around the
living room. Kadie stood in the kitchen with a bottle of Gatorade in
hand.
“What's going on?” I kicked a box
as I walked in.
“Hope you don't mind the mess. Adam's
lease is ending in a couple of weeks so we're trying to find a place
before then. I thought I'd slowly start packing up my stuff.”
I turned my back to Kadie to hang my
coat on the rack. (and to roll my eyes of course) It was just one
thing after the other. Why couldn't I just catch a damn break already?
I inhaled a deep breath and spun back
around with a plastered smile on my face. “Of course I don't mind!
Do you need help with anything?”
“I don't think so. I didn't bring
much stuff with me. Adam has most of the furniture we're gonna be
moving”
I dropped my bags and walked into the
kitchen. Kadie went on to tell me about her day. I casually pretended
to listen as I rummaged through the fridge. I was so hungry I
couldn't think straight. I finally settled on leftover pasta and
stuck it into the microwave.
Kadie and I spent the rest of the night catching up on shows we'd miss the past week. After she'd fallen asleep I went into my room to study until I
eventually passed out too.
The next afternoon when I was in
physiology my phone started vibrating. It was a text from Connor.
Where have you been? Haven't heard
from you in a while. Come over tonight?
I caught myself
smiling. I had no idea why. I continued to stare at my phone before I
responded.
Sure. See you @ 7
Once I
got out of class I headed down to the subway. I made my way to
Connor's apartment and knocked on his door.
“Hey”
He said smugly while moving back to let me inside.
“Hi”
I smiled back.
When I
walked inside his apartment it was like I was looking at it with a
fresh pair of eyes. I was suddenly interested in what I would find. I
saw a wall of photographs that looked like they were taken around the
world. There was a few short shelves under the photographs that held
multiple DSLR cameras and lenses.
“I
didn't know you were into photography” I walked over to the shelf,
tracing my finger along the lenses. I gazed up at the wall of photos
and admired them.
“Yeah”
Connor said unenthusiastically “Why don't we go over here” He
lightly tugged at my arm, guiding me into the living room, where we normally sat.
I followed him over. He sat at one end
of the couch and I sat at the other.
“Here” Connor leaned over and
handed me a glass of wine.
“So” I stared at him hoping he'd
say something. I felt unusually shy. Like, I had forgotten how to have a normal conversation
“I've had a really long day” Connor
stretched his arms. He put his glass down on the coffee table and
whispered as he scooted closer to me, “So why don't we...just...get
this started...” Connor's hand ran up my thigh as he brought his
mouth to my neck.
Before he could kiss me I pulled back.
“Wait!” I pushed Connor away from me and stood up.
He covered his face with his hand and
sighed. “What?”
“I think figure skating is coming
on!” I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.
“Are you serious?” He furrowed his
brows.
“It's my favorite part of the
Olympics!” I walked over to the opposite side of Connor and sat
down. I had no idea what I was doing. Usually, when I would come
over, Connor and I would get straight to business. But, for some
reason I just wanted to be with him, without actually being with him.
“Lynn, if you're not going to do this
then I think you should go” He said while walking in my view of the
TV.
“Can't we just talk? Like we did last
time?” I looked up at him with my puppy dog eyes.
“I told you. That was a one time
deal.” He took the remote from my hands.
“Fine. I guess I'll see you later”
I grabbed my bag and left Connor's apartment.
What the fuck was that? I
thought to myself. I couldn't believe the way I was acting.
I
walked out into the street. It was a little late so I decided to hail
cab. When I sat inside I gave the driver Jaime's address.
I
quickly called Jaime when we approached his block.
“Hey,
are you at home?” I asked.
“Yeah,
what's up?” he sounded confused.
“Open your door, I'm outside”
I heard a shuffling on the phone before
he hung up. Jaime opened his window and looked down to see me
stepping out of the cab.
“I'm buzzing you in!” He shouted.
I walked in through the main doors and
took the elevator up to his floor. He stood waiting for me when the
doors opened.
“Lynn, is everything okay?” he held
both my shoulders.
“I think I'm falling for Connor.”