My darling choir girl

Chapter 5

I get to the pastor's office first because she is probably weaving her way through compliments and greetings. When she comes in, I try to hug her, but she blocks me.

"I can't do this, Briar. I want to, but I can't. I'm sorry."

"What? Can't do what?"

"This," She says, pointing between us, "I cannot do this."

"Why not? And don't tell me it's because we are Christians. That's bullshit. We just did a whole lot of non-godly things a few minutes ago, and you didn't have any remorse about it."

"I am seeing someone."

I stare at her in disbelief.

"Pardon?"

"Briar, I know I should have told you. I don't know why I didn't. But that's why I left on Wednesday. He called me to ask where I was. I had made plans to go over to his place after church that night. I forgot all about it because you have that effect on me. You have a way of monopolizing my thoughts. It's not fair to him."

I am not sure why it hurt to hear her say those things. We are not together. I simply have a crush on her. That is not something that warrants what I am feeling. This doesn't make any sense. But instead of probing for explanations from her, I choose self-preservation instead.

"Right. This is so typical." I scoff and grab my bag off the floor. I gave it a try, and it didn't work out. No need to cry over spilled milk.

"Briar, I'm sorry...."

"It's cool. I should have known you had a boyfriend. It would have been nice if you had just told me right at the beginning."

"I didn't think about him once. I would have brought him up if he had crossed my mind but-."

"Are you blaming me for the fact that you did not remember this person that matters so much to you that you can't give me a chance? Wow. Okay." I start to walk out of the pastor's office to head home, but before I step out, I turn and say my goodbyes.

"Have the life you deserve, Pamela."

I am not really in the mind space to hear how much God loves me because I don't feel much love coming my way right now.

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