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Instead, it was his words that gave me the kick in the chest
this time. “What do you have on tap?”
As the waitress recited the list of beers, my blood pounded
in my ears and dulled her voice to a mumble. Tucker had never
ordered a beer before. In fact, he’d never ordered any kind of
alcohol, not even wine. Now, on the night that he was acting so
pleased with himself, he decided he wanted to drink? I couldn’t even
drive the stick shift if he had too much.
The rest of dinner was pretty silent. My normally talkative
boyfriend was very intent on the three beers and twenty buffalo
wings he forced down his skinny throat. And I was thoroughly
uncomfortable with the fact that he was acting so weird.
After he’d paid, I slid my arms into the sleeves of my jacket
and followed him out the door and into the parking lot. I had to be
careful to step evenly on the patches of ice so I wouldn’t slide, but
he just strode right over them as if they weren’t even there. When
we reached his car, he stopped and slipped his hand into his pocket.
The little white object he raised to his lips was the biggest shock of
the night.
“Since when do you smoke?” I demanded.
He ignored my shrill tone and shrugged. “I’m stressed. And
I like the rush.”
“Are you serious?” I wrinkled my nose and opened the
passenger door. I swung myself into the seat and slammed the door
shut behind me.
What was going on? Tucker was acting like a complete tool.
First he was walking like the ground should thank him for gracing it
with his feet, next he was drinking, and now he was lighting up a
cigarette outside the car. Oh, wait, my mistake. He dropped into the
driver’s seat with the lit cigarette still in his mouth. The smoke
immediately began to fill the small interior of the car.
Maybe I should have been angry with him for all of this, but
I was more confused than anything. In the two days since I’d last
seen him, he’d somehow transformed into Douchey McDoucherson.
I knew Tucker Hamilton, and this wasn’t him. He was sweet, kind,
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