1.2 Too Much Awkwardness

I wake up and take a shower with bleary eyes. When I get to the kitchen after relaxing in the hot water, I treat myself to a morning cigarette. That's when I see Jun sitting on my couch, reading a book. Fuck. I thought she left last night! I sigh inwardly as I realize what I have to do. "Hey Jun, I'm heading out because I have to go to work. Sorry if this ruins your plans or anything." I tell her hesitantly. I hate when they get attached. "Oh, sure! Give me a call after though, if you're free." She smiles at me. Oh, yeah. I'll definitely be calling you. I wait for her to get ready to go and then leave, caller her an obligatory cab.

Work ends and as I drive home, I resolve to call Jun and tell her what's up. I can't have her thinking this is more than it is. I dial and put the phone up to my ear. She picks up on the third tone. "Hey!" She sounds excited. shit. "Hey, Jun. It's me. Listen, I need to--" she cuts me off. "Look, I'm right around the corner, I'm gonna swing by your apartment so we can talk in person." Argh. "Alright, see you in a few."

She walks around the corner and grins. I deflate a little bit. "Hey Jun, so I was thinking, and I don't think I'm ready for a commitment. If you just wanna chill and be friends, though, that's cool with me." I wait for the coming shit storm.

"What the fuck, Bryce?!" She yells. "I had sex with you last night! Doesn't that mean anything to you?" I can't see her eyes through those weird-ass glasses, but man, if looks could kill, I'm sure I'd be six feet under by now. "Hey, hey! I never told you I wanted a girlfriend, I thought you knew what you were getting into. I don't do girlfriends. That's not me." Wow, that was lame.

"You really have some issues, Mr. Bryce Reed." She spits at the ground. "I sure hope I don't see you around again." Okay, now I'm pissed. I run my hand through my hair and back off. I could really use a fucking cigarette. "Alright. Fine. Bye." I walk away. "You come the fuck back here, Reed!" I hear her voice behind me and I jolt.

Fuck, this bitch is crazy! I think as I start running. I used to run full time, so I get ahead of her easily, leaving her blocks behind. Just to make sure I lost her, though, I duck inside the first apartment building I see.

The Simset. I guess it'll do. I don't really care where I go, as long as it's far away from this girl.

I frantically buzz all the buttons, hoping someone will let me up. I only have a couple minutes before she comes in, looking for me. She was hot on my tracks. Someone finally buzzes me in.

I jump inside the elevator. I press the fourth floor button, because that's the floor of the person who rang me in. As soon as the doors open again, I run to 402 (the one that buzzed me in) and close the door behind me, quickly running into another room in the apartment.

Ah, shit. There's a girl sleeping in a bed. I ran into some poor girl's bedroom. She must have buzzed me in and then immediately returned to sleep. I don't know why she would do that, but whatever. It works for me. I turn to leave her room and then I hear her stir.

"Yo!" I freeze. "What the fuck, man? Who are you?" A scratchy female voice says from behind me.

 I turn and hastily paste a bashful smile on my face. "I'm Bryce, Bryce Reed." Oh, shit. She's gorgeous. I fumble accidentally. "I-I was just l-looking for a place to hide from uh...a crazy ex." You are FLOUNDERING, bro. "You know how them girls are!" No, she doesn't know how them girls are. You're a dumbass. She gets out of bed. She's wearing a little sleeping dress that has some nice lace on it. I can dig it. She gives me a long, hard look.

She suddenly bursts into a smile. "You're kinda weird, Bryce. That's cool, though. I've had crazy exes before that have made me do crazy things. They suck. I understand. I'm not the type of girl to get batshit crazy over something stupid, and this is something pretty stupid. I'll let you hide out for a few minutes, but then you gotta go, bro. I'm trying to catch some Z's." She talks cool. She's pretty laidback, which I appreciate. She'd make a hell of a wingman. I thank her and leave her room. I wait for a few minutes until I think the coast is clear, and then I walk back to my apartment. I can't get that weird ginger girl out of my head on the walk home as I smoke my last cigarette walking. 'Til next time.