It has been weeks since I last received Jonathan’s harrassment and I thought he gave up chasing me around. He was happily out of my mind for the past few days and I had one less issue to think about. Just when I thought everything is settled and under my control (relatively), my phone rang a shrill “Brrrrrriiiiinnng Brrrrrinng!!!!!” on the coffee table disrupting my tranquil thoughts.
“Hello?”
“Hey babe, you missed me? Know who I am?”
As much as I hoped, it wasn’t Paul or Brandon or Brian; it was just Jonathan. Miss him? I was glad he didn’t call until now. I gave him my default answer, “Sureee, I missed you a tiny bit.” He scoffed and got a bit upset, but I laughed it off so that he doesn’t feel to rejected. Naturally, Jonathan took it as my joke with him and confidently assumed that I actually miss him loads but play hard to get. “I love that about you. Ya know? Difficult to get but you’re just like every other girl: sweet and sexy.”
Gimme a break. I told him, what he perceived to be a good news, that I can’t go to Canada this christmas because my dad just changed his mind and I’m too freakin’ poor. Personally, I was really unhappy but then I thought I shouldn’t go over to Vancouver anyway because Paul’s going to be busy meeting his new fuck buddy. Plus, Evon’s coming over to spend Christmas eve in HK. Anyway, Jonathan gleefully said he’s going to be the best bf for me ever and will spoil me (rationally) and will buy me gifts.
Blah blah blah…. he wouldn’t stop talking and I needed to take a shower. So I told him I need to go, but he wouldn’t let me unless I say, either, “I love you” or “I miss you”. I pretended the reception was bad and then hung up.
God, help me. Stop playing around with me…
