Never Enough

chapter 2



Halley went to get dressed for her day out with Marcus. Finally, some peace and quiet. I needed to find my purse. I have no idea where I put it when I stumbled in last night. My room looked like a tornado went straight through it. I made a mental note to clean later. I had more important things on my mind, like where the hell my phone was. The only clue I had as to where my purse lay was the fact that the text tone started going off. I dug and dug flinging clothes in every direction for what seemed an eternity then I finally found it. The room was now an even bigger mess. I grabbed the phone to find that surprisingly the battery wasn't dead yet. Not sure how that happened. Usually my phone was dead by morning if I didn't place it on the charger as soon as I got home. The screen read: "1 New Message". My phone rarely went off because the only two people who ever texted me were Halley and Uncle Gary. Halley just talked to me. She had no reason to text me and I highly doubted it were Gary. Typically he called anyway. He always told me he was still trying to catch onto all the new texting lingo. Most of his texts I could read but some just kept me puzzled. He was better off leaving the texting alone.

The number staring at me on my phone was one I didn’t recognize though. A slight panic feeling hit me. Who the hell did I give my number to last night? I really needed to stop drinking. I’ve done so good so far with not handing my number out to random people and all of a sudden I seem to be just screwing up.

I opened the message and my eyes bugged out of my head. Literally I felt like I needed to bend over and pick them up off the floor and place them back where they came from. My jaw dropped in disbelief. Ohmigod I was never drinking again. I gave someone, probably a creep, my number. It could be some lowlife loser and now I’d have to get them to leave me alone. Hopefully this person could take a hint and just go away without me having to go to extreme measures. I mean this is how stalkers were made right? The creeps that didn’t go away, ugh I didn’t need or want that. I sat on the bed and stared at the phone trying to debate on whether or not to open it. Part of me wanted to pretend I didn't see it that just seemed so much simpler. Or just throw the phone away. If it was going to get me in trouble, then I didn’t need one. I mean Halley and I lived together and I always saw Gary at The Lounge so this option was sounding better every minute. That made perfect sense to me.

I picked my jaw up and continued staring. I tapped the message afraid to look at the contents it held. I drew in a deep breath and stared at the screen a little longer. The message read

"Good morning gorgeous."

My eyes were dry from not blinking and my jaw was practically on the ground again. I blinked profusely to moisten them back, closed my mouth then I stared again at the message. I needed to know who the hell this was.

Quickly I typed, "I’m sorry you must have the wrong number."

There, plain and simple. Hopefully I had just shut this whole situation down. Before I could throw the phone back down, a new message popped up.

"This is Macy right?"

Ok, I was officially creeped out. My palms were beginning to start sweating. The thought to throw the phone away and pretend none of this ever happened crossed my mind again. The thought to even lie crossed my mind. It’s not like whoever this was would know I was lying. I could easily say they were given the wrong number. But of course I couldn’t lie.

"Um, yes. Who are you?"

"Silly girl, it’s Trevor."

F*ck my life. I’d at least like to have been sober when I gave Trevor my number. But then he would never have gotten my number. I would have never given it to him because that was Uncle Gary’s main rule. He didn’t want anything awkward at the bar because the band brought in a lot of income for him and with me being family if we didn’t work out; Uncle Gary risked losing the band and a lot of business. It was nothing more than a recipe for disaster for everyone involved. It was really one of the only rules that Gary had given me when I moved here and I promised him I wouldn’t let him down. Two screw ups already this morning, could this day get any worse?

"How did you get my number,” I responded.

Part of me wished I would have lied, it was too late for that. Surely he remembered something because my brain couldn’t remember anything. I tried to remember anything. Even the littlest thing but nothing was coming to me. The panic was still rising within me. I didn’t want to have a panic attack. I couldn’t. I needed to remain calm and handle this like the adult I claimed to be. No never mind, I wanted to crawl back in bed and throw the covers over my head. Going to sleep and waking back up sounded like a good plan to erase all of this mess. Who cared about being an adult.

The phone went off again and I was a little nervous to see what he had to say.

"You gave me it to me after we played our last set last night. Don’t you remember?"

No I wanted to scream at the phone but I sure as hell wish I did! Great job Macy!

"No I don’t remember."

I typed back as I sat there breathing a little heavier than normal. I should have just lied and told him I remembered; maybe I would have saved myself from further embarrassment. But then I thought that earlier and see what good that brought me.

He responded almost immediately with, “Well good thing I remembered ;)"

God forbid I mention that my insides melted with the sight of the winky face.

"Sure."

That was the only thing that came to mind. I had gotten off the bed and began pacing back and forth in my room. This message was a big joke. Trevor didn’t have my number. I would never give it to him. Ever. Or at least that’s what I kept telling myself. Someone was playing a joke on me.

I must have been really out of it because I never noticed when Halley poked her head in and just stared. My eyes met hers. "What Hales?" I was slightly aggravated and I didn't want to be bothered. I was still trying to wrap my brain around the mess I seemed to have made last night and how to make it go away.

"I’m getting ready to go meet Marcus. We’re going to do some shopping and get lunch. I’ll be back this afternoon, maybe we can get ready together for tonight at The Lounge." She sounded hopeful, like a question but really it was more of a statement letting me know what we were going to be doing. She was assuming the role of my babysitter for the night, I already knew. Maybe that was a good thing though. I was seeming more and more to be in need of a full time babysitter.

"Yea sure sounds like a plan. You guys have fun.” My brain was racing with about a thousand things to say to Trevor but I couldn’t think straight to formulate any response with Halley right there and she sensed it. Crap.

"You ok? Are you pacing?" She stifled a laugh. I’m glad someone found humor in the situation. I rolled my eyes as she walked into the room and stood there, watching my every move. Making herself comfortable and making it known that she wasn’t getting ready to leave anytime soon.

"Don’t laugh! I’m fine, I swear!" I gave her an annoyed look trying to make her leave the room, but she just couldn’t take the hint.

"Haha ok because if I didn’t know any better I would say you look all giddy like you met someone." She so knew. I was never going to live this one down. She caught me in the act. I may as well throw in the towel and begin begging for forgiveness and ask her how to fix this mess. Yeah right. That’s what she would want me to do.

I shot her another look and rolled my eyes. She knows I don’t date anyone much less look in any guy’s general direction. And if I do happen to notice a guy, it’s never anything more than a simple hey he’s cute. There’s no talking or exchanging of names or numbers. I set my phone down, let my hair down, brushed it and placed it back into a ponytail. The phone went off again. I tried my best to pretend I hadn’t heard it so that maybe she wouldn’t realize another text came through. Too late. She heard it and she was onto me.

"Ohmigod someone’s texting you who is it?!" Little Miss Nosy grabbed my phone before I could stop her. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at her head. I actually hit her with the pillow but it didn’t faze her. And I thought I threw it really hard. She always reminded me that Best Friend rules supposedly state that the best friend can invade your privacy at any time without a warning. She had actually told me that for the first time when we were just texting before we ever met face to face. I guess she already knew we would be best friends from that moment. She was right but that wasn’t the point. The point was that my phone was being invaded for sure right now. This was crap. She wasn’t giving it back anytime soon. Who the hell made these rules because I needed a talk with them now and at least find out if there were some sort of clause or anything I could throw in her face to turn these rules around. There had to be a fine print somewhere I never read before.

"Halley, come on give me my phone, please." I was jumping around my tornadic room like a maniac trying to get it back. How I never tripped over anything was a miracle.

She sprinted across the room and ran into the kitchen practically almost running into the counter. Her eyes suddenly bugged like mine had before when she finally stopped and she let out a huge "Macy ohmigod!!! Why didn’t you tell me?!" For a split second I thought the phone was going to fly across the room. That would have definitely worked to my advantage. I stood there praying it would instantly hit the floor and explode. Then there would be no text messages, I could live with that. No proof of anything. Then Halley seriously began pouting. Lip out pouting like you do when you’re five years old and your mom tells you that you can’t have the baby doll you want, because she didn’t know. "Does your Uncle Gary know?" Now her eyes were wider than before. She already knew the answer she just wanted to hear it from me.

Time stood still as her eyes met mine. The ultimate stare off and I felt trapped in a maze that I couldn't get out of. I thought about lying and telling her yes. She never talked to Gary so she would never know anyway. I wasn’t sure what was getting into me. I normally didn’t lie. I don’t believe in it, it does nothing but get you in trouble and here I was thinking about doing nothing but lying. Instead I truthfully replied, "No he doesn't know. And I didn't tell you because I have no memory of giving him my number! I mean really if I can’t remember what they sang or what I sang then how the hell am I supposed to remember giving him my phone number? He has to stop texting me which is what I was getting ready to tell him before you deliberately took my phone," I replied with an accusatory tone. I stood there tapping my foot with my hand extended waiting for her to hand the phone back.

"You know he's been watching you for quite a while now. Marcus thinks he likes you too." No captain obvious really? I thought we already had the conversation about the way he looks at me. She stood there smiling so smugly. I wanted to smack the smile off her face, almost as bad as I wanted to pour her coffee out earlier. She knew as well as I did that no man would ever be in my life. I was nowhere near ready to tear down my walls. It would take a hell of a lot and a hell of a good man for me to even consider. Seriously, I wasn’t sure if Trevor was that man.

All my emotions hidden and hidden well I replied, "Well good for him. I don't have time for him or anything like that."

Halley looked at me with sympathetic eyes. She knew I hated bringing this crap up. I didn't care if it was childish, it was my life. I didn’t have to talk about it if I didn’t want to. She placed the phone back down finally, smiled and told me, “Look Mace, I know you still think about that time but someday you have to try to move past it and let someone in. I know you hate hearing this, trust me. I just worry about you. I’m sorry for giving you a hard time, really I am. I really just walked in your room to tell you I was leaving. So here I am now, telling you I’m leaving. I'll be home later ok?"

Halley embraced me in an unexpected hug, watched to make sure I was really ok then picked up and handed me the phone. I walked back into my room. I knew the coast was clear when I heard the deadbolt lock. I glanced at my phone to see the message she intercepted.

"You should sing with the band sometime."

I laughed so hard I practically snorted. This was the biggest joke I’d ever heard.

"No thanks. Oh and Trevor I think you shouldn't text me anymore."

Ha! I grinned and tossed the phone back on my bed kicking a few things out of the way to semi clean my room to where I could at least walk without stepping on anything and went to shower. I always got the last word in most of my conversations and I felt at ease knowing the Trevor issue had been resolved.