“That’s the problem, Mr. Mistake—you’re unforgettable. Now that she’s gone, why don’t you take me home and I can make that mistake again.” Veronica walked closer and took my hand as the crowd finally stopped staring.
“We’ve had this talk before. It’s not happening.” I turned and motioned towards my driver who was waiting on the other side of the street.
He did a u-turn out of his parking space and pulled up to the curb. I climbed into the passenger door and slammed it shut, watching Veronica stomp her high heel before she walked back towards the line.
Veronica was a bit of an anomaly. I thought she was a sweet, innocent young woman when I first met her, but she turned out to be a freak. It was a fun night but it was never going to be forever. Veronica seemed to have other ideas and she stalked me for a bit, posting shit about me on social media. She coined the term, Mr. Mistake, and even used it as a hashtag for some of her friends. Occasionally, I would run into her and she would try to get me to take her home. It was the first time she had ruined a date for me, and I was angry I had to go home a
lone because of her interference.
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Chapter 1: Mia
“Let’s go Wildcats, let’s go!” My pompoms went into the air and I waved them around while the sound of shoulder pads mixed with helmets. Bodies crashed together and the play was over before it even began.
We lost.
It was our biggest game—the last game of the season. The only part of my college career that I cared about ended when our team lost the bowl game. It was time to hang up my short skirt and pompoms. It was the best season the team had while I had been a student there, but none of us went back to the locker room feeling very excited. The cheerleaders that were dating players dressed quickly and ran off to console their boyfriends. I put my stuff in a duffel bag and went home alone. There was a time when a certain blue eyed, blond haired back-up quarterback would have been waiting for me, but when the starter went down, he got the top spot on the team. That meant every girl in the school started throwing themselves at him and he no longer had time for a virgin that didn’t put out. It wasn’t the first time a guy had said goodbye when I didn’t spread my legs. I had been through it in middle school and high school. There was no reason for college to be any different.
I guess I’ll have more time to focus on school now that the season is over and my love life is nonexistent.
Without the short skirt and revealing top, I was practically invisible. The glasses and ponytail I wore to class every day with barely one layer of makeup certainly didn’t enhance my appearance. With the season over, things returned to normal and I finished college without much fanfare. My family came to see the first Franklin girl from Florence, Alabama get her degree from a major university and then I drifted into the workforce. An accounting firm in Texas needed some cheap labor to mash buttons, so my education earned me a starting salary and a desk beside all the others that didn’t graduate top of their class. It was a peaceful life living from paycheck to paycheck in my dingy apartment in the heart of Texas, but it didn’t stop the memories. Every time my head hit the pillow, I was on the sidelines again, cheering so loud my lungs hurt.
Let’s go Wildcats, let’s go!
“MIA, THERE’S A MIXER after work at the Lone Star Pub. You should totally come!” Debbie, one of the other women at the office, tapped my desk as she walked past and then turned to the desk next to mine. “Cindy, are you in?”
“Yeah!” Cindy nodded enthusiastically, but I didn’t reply.
I really do need to get out.
The mixers. It seemed like Debbie managed to scrounge up enough interest for a new party every week. I had been working at Texas Pride Accounting for nearly six months and I still hadn’t made it to one. I kept saying I would, but when my butt hit the couch and the television came on, I couldn’t find the energy to put on fancy clothes. I spent the day trying to convince myself it was going to be different when the day ended, but in my heart, I knew it was unlikely. As much as I wanted to go out and possibly meet someone, the office life just wasn’t exciting enough to keep me partying until dawn like my college days were. I finished my workday, and when it was time to clock out and go home, I was already exhausted and thinking how awesome a nap would be before I finally went to bed.
“Rick was asking if you were going to be at the mixer.” Debbie held the door open for me as I approached the exit.
“He was?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
“He’s got a crush on you, but I think he’s too scared to ask you for a date. I bet if you come out with us tonight, he would finally get some courage after a couple of drinks.” She winked at me.
Rick wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was a bit of a geek, but the suit he wore to work every day enhanced his look. He was also the only guy at the office that showed even a tiny bit of interest in me. I wasn’t motivated to date him, but since my options didn’t seem to be expanding, I was open to giving him a shot. My cheerleader credentials weren’t going to land me a date at the office unless I stripped down to my underwear and started cheering people on at the copier. That seemed like a route to unemployment instead of marriage. I went home and avoided the couch, searching through my closet for something that still fit my curves without showing off the five pounds I had put on since graduation. A couple of hours later, I was walking into the Lone Star Pub feeling more nervous than I did the first time I walked into a frat party my freshman year.
“Mia!” Debbie walked over and waved when she saw me. “Damn girl, you clean up good. Why don’t you dress like this every day?”
“It isn’t really appropriate for the office.” I shook my head back and forth.
“You’re crazy. The bosses love legs.” She put her arm around me. “Mia’s here everyone!”
I WOULDN’T CALL THE first hour a total disaster, but I was a bit out of my element. It was clear that everyone there had formed a bond and I was kind of an outsider. I finished my first drink quickly and started on my second. There were two distinct groups at the pub and the other one seemed to be a lot livelier than ours. There were plenty of couples and people that were all alone, but my attention kept getting drawn to the group of very attractive girls on the other side the bar. They were putting back shots like I did in college, laughing and hanging all over each other. I tried to stay focused on my group, but I couldn’t help but stare. It was like a memory unfolding, calling on me to embrace it. I was almost startled when I felt a hand on my arm.
“Mia?” I turned to see Rick smiling at me. “I’m glad you decided to come out with us tonight.”
“Hey, Rick!” My response was too loud, especially when the music ended before I finished his name.
“Can I get you another drink?” He motioned towards the bar.
“Sure—actually, I’ll walk over with you.” I followed him towards the bar and saw Debbie winking at me as I walked.