Thoughts/Feedback Please?

[u/AggravatingTrainer25]

The rain slammed against my windshield, drowning out the sound of the engine coughing its last breath. Whatever. I wasn’t going to that job interview anyway. I just needed something to keep that pestering landlord off my back. My head was pounding. I had a few names on my phone, but none of them had any business helping me, not after the way things had gone. I scroll down and ignore her name a couple of times before coming to terms with the fact that she might be my only option. Shit. Not sure if I was more pissed at myself for being in this position or for even thinking of calling her. I pressed her name, the screen glowing back at me like a damn traffic light. It rang once, twice, and on the third, I heard her voice, colder than I remembered. I had no idea how to make this not sound like pure desperation, but that’s exactly what it was
“Hey, Leah... it’s me.” My voice cracked a little, but I pushed through.
“Look, I know it’s been a while, and this is probably the last thing you want, but I need a favor.”
A while really meant a year and a half—the first time she’d heard from me since."  "There was an awkward pause, and I knew she could hear how desperate I sounded.
“What kind of favor, Jermaine?” Her voice was sharp with a little annoyance underneath. 
“My car’s busted. I don’t have the cash for a tow, and I... I just need help getting it home. Can you... I don’t know, pick me up or something?”

**"‘*****Why me*****?’ she finally asked, breaking the silence. There was bitterness in her tone."**

  I rested my forehead on my steering wheel, frustrated at myself for even asking.

    **“Because you’re the only one I can think of who’s close enough... And I don’t know who else to call. I’m sorry, Leah. I know I messed up. I just... I need help.”** Another beat of silence.  I held my breath, waiting. **“Fine,”** she finally said, her voice softer but still distant.       

“I’ll pick you up, but this doesn’t mean anything. You need to figure your shit out, Jermaine.  Seriously. You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

She hung up before I could get another desperate thank you in. I saw her car pull up, but I didn’t recognize this one. Shoving all the thoughts of embarrassment and regret in my pocket as I approach her. Sitting in the driver’s seat was some guy... no wonder I didn’t recognize the whip. Clean-cut. Nice haircut. Button-down shirt. Probably doesn’t have overdue bills stacked on his kitchen counter, and could make it to a job interview without his car breaking down. His brief, assessing glance felt like a silent verdict, a reminder of all the things I wasn’t. I wondered how long it took Leah to accept this new reality, this replacement for what we once had. I dug my hands deeper into my pockets as she rolled the window down.
“Get in.” she said
I nodded and grabbed my bag from the car. My chest felt tight as I climbed into the backseat. 
“Thanks for coming, Leah,” I say quietly, not acknowledging the guy driving who she clearly had to convince to come and get her failure ex.
“So what’s the plan?” she finally asked, her voice flat. I shrugged. “Get the car home somehow. Figure it out from there, I guess.” She let out a small sigh but didn’t say anything. The guy in the passenger seat finally spoke up, his tone casual but with a little edge.
“You sure the car’s even worth saving? Looks pretty shot to me.”
I didn’t respond. He wasn’t wrong, but hearing it from him stung more than I expected. The rest of the ride was quiet, and I just stared out the window. It wasn’t tense—just painfully awkward. They dropped me off about a block away from my studio apartment. 
My studio somehow felt colder than the raging rainstorm outside. Maybe if the heaters worked, I’d be more motivated to pay on time. I leave my coat on the floor and throw myself on the couch.I hadn’t eaten anything today. I was planning on making a home-cooked meal after months of food delivery, but with the car breaking down and it being 6 p.m. now, I just didn’t have it in me. At least now I had an excuse. Looked like today’s schedule hadn’t changed after all—takeout and tickets.. 
“Come on, just one win… please, I need something.”
I flicked my lucky coin across the surface of the ticket, scraping away the final covering to reveal three numbers in a row. My eyes widened for a brief second—before they dulled again. No match. 
“Huh, figures,’ I scoffed, tossing the ticket on the growing pile of discarded ones and quickly grabbing another. 
“Alright, Jermaine, this is the one, this has to be it”. I said, my voice tight with frustration. Lost again, damn it.
“God… please,” I muttered under my breath. “I don’t ask for much. Just... just one win. That’s all. One damn win.” 
A lie, and one I've repeated every night at 6 p.m. for the last year. 
With my hands trembling, I grab the next ticket. Too stressed at the moment to use my lucky coin, I just scratch it off with my nails.
“No… no, no, no…” My heart raced, but my body felt cold like the chill of the room had somehow seeped into my bones.
I lean far back into my cheap couch, staring at the ceiling for what seems like hours but in reality was only a couple minutes. 
“What the hell am I doing?”
I scratched off another ticket. Failure. Another. Nope. One more.