Fight the Flab

Dana

Above everything else going wrong with my Friday, Mr. Jackson wasn't in his usual room. It seemed silly to ask around about him, when most of the catty women on the floor with me would have poked fun at me rather than just answering the damn question. I'd have to look into it later.

A text came through on my phone from Cameron, asking if I wanted to go to dinner. Guilt ran rampant inside of me as I walked to the break room and sat down at the nearest table. He was the one I should have been going to dinner with, not Kendal. Though it was supposed to be nothing more than two friends going out for a shared meal, I knew I wanted more. I wanted to take away his pain, and there was only a few ways I could think to do that... none of them appropriate for a woman in a committed relationship.

The phone rang and I answered it.

"Hey," I mumbled into the receiver.

"Are you not wanting to go because of us fighting over your food?" Cameron's voice was pinched with anger.

"No. I have plans alr