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“We’ll see if you’re still saying that when he leaves you high and dry for the next set of tits that catches his eye,” she snipped, all honey gone from her voice.
“Duly noted,” I muttered, taking the steps two at a time to the second floor. My kiss-induced elation had dissipated by the time I made my way to my room.
“Crap, it was that bad?” Melissa asked, looking up from her nails she was painting.
Without answering, I threw myself back on my bed, mulling Kara’s venomous words through my head. It wasn’t likeshe had delivered earth-shattering news. I knew he had a colorful dating track record, but playing sloppy seconds to that bitch Kara made me want to dry-heave. Anyone else I could overlook, but a hookup with that twat was a different story.
“Brittni, tell me. Was he a complete dud?” Melissa asked, throwing the stuffed turtle she kept on her bed at me.
“No. He was effing great, but I can’t see him anymore,” I said, feeling sick as I uttered the words aloud.
“Why not? If he was so fantastic, why can’t you see him anymore?” Melissa demanded, throwing a pillow at me this time when I didn’t answer her right away.
“Because, he went out with Twat-Waffle Kara,” I moaned against her pillow that I had pulled over my face. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to scream or smother myself.
“Oh shit. Please tell me you’re joking?” Melissa asked, making gagging noises.
“I wish. I ran into her downstairs, where she tried to warn me about him. As if she’d ever try to help anyone. I think she was just looking for a way to tell me they had hooked up,” I wailed. What a disappointing end to an otherwise perfect date. I wouldn’t even allow myself to think about the kiss. The idea that his lips had kissed hers made me seriously consider taking a stiff bristle brush to my own lips.
“Monkey asses. I was hoping he was the guy for you,” Melissa huffed, returning to her nails.
“You and me both,” I grunted, heaving myself off the bed so I could drown myself in the shower. This would be why I set such high guidelines when it came to dating.
By the next morning I was able to successfully put Justin in the same category with all the other guys who didn’t matter. I blocked out the insistent voice that kept trying to convince me otherwise. I took the wimp’s way out and sent him a text, telling him I would need the whole day and evening to study for my made-up exam. He never returned my text, which showed he had the attention span of a gnat. I patted myself on the back, convincing myself I had dodged a bullet.
The day turned out to be long and tedious anyway as I really did try to get schoolwork done. It proved to be difficult as my brain highlighted moments from the day before. The way he had warmed my face when we had arrived at the aquarium or the way his younger sister’s eyes had shined when he told her he was taking her to see her favorite play. By two o’clock, I gave up studying. It seemed futile at the moment. I tossed my schoolbooks on my desk and lay back on my bed with the book I’d bought a few days prior. Even recreational reading proved to hold little appeal as my mind continued to focus on Justin. Finally giving up, I tossed the book aside and picked up my iPhone. The relief I felt after I had sent him my lame text earlier turned to irritation as I pondered why I hadn’t heard from him. Bypassing the text messages, I went to my standby Spider Solitaire game that always did the trick when I needed something to occupy my mind.
Several hours later, I’m embarrassed to say, I was still lying on my bed playing the mindless game when Melissa returned to our room.
“Hey, you want to get some dinner?” I asked.
“Don’t be mad, okay?” she said, stepping into the room, but leaving the door open behind her.
“Why would I be ma . . . Oh God, please tell me you didn’t,” I mumbled as Rob and Justin strolled into our room. Our room that was the size
“We’ll see if you’re still saying that when he leaves you high and dry for the next set of tits that catches his eye,” she snipped, all honey gone from her voice.
“Duly noted,” I muttered, taking the steps two at a time to the second floor. My kiss-induced elation had dissipated by the time I made my way to my room.
“Crap, it was that bad?” Melissa asked, looking up from her nails she was painting.
Without answering, I threw myself back on my bed, mulling Kara’s venomous words through my head. It wasn’t likeshe had delivered earth-shattering news. I knew he had a colorful dating track record, but playing sloppy seconds to that bitch Kara made me want to dry-heave. Anyone else I could overlook, but a hookup with that twat was a different story.
“Brittni, tell me. Was he a complete dud?” Melissa asked, throwing the stuffed turtle she kept on her bed at me.
“No. He was effing great, but I can’t see him anymore,” I said, feeling sick as I uttered the words aloud.
“Why not? If he was so fantastic, why can’t you see him anymore?” Melissa demanded, throwing a pillow at me this time when I didn’t answer her right away.
“Because, he went out with Twat-Waffle Kara,” I moaned against her pillow that I had pulled over my face. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to scream or smother myself.
“Oh shit. Please tell me you’re joking?” Melissa asked, making gagging noises.
“I wish. I ran into her downstairs, where she tried to warn me about him. As if she’d ever try to help anyone. I think she was just looking for a way to tell me they had hooked up,” I wailed. What a disappointing end to an otherwise perfect date. I wouldn’t even allow myself to think about the kiss. The idea that his lips had kissed hers made me seriously consider taking a stiff bristle brush to my own lips.
“Monkey asses. I was hoping he was the guy for you,” Melissa huffed, returning to her nails.
“You and me both,” I grunted, heaving myself off the bed so I could drown myself in the shower. This would be why I set such high guidelines when it came to dating.
By the next morning I was able to successfully put Justin in the same category with all the other guys who didn’t matter. I blocked out the insistent voice that kept trying to convince me otherwise. I took the wimp’s way out and sent him a text, telling him I would need the whole day and evening to study for my made-up exam. He never returned my text, which showed he had the attention span of a gnat. I patted myself on the back, convincing myself I had dodged a bullet.
The day turned out to be long and tedious anyway as I really did try to get schoolwork done. It proved to be difficult as my brain highlighted moments from the day before. The way he had warmed my face when we had arrived at the aquarium or the way his younger sister’s eyes had shined when he told her he was taking her to see her favorite play. By two o’clock, I gave up studying. It seemed futile at the moment. I tossed my schoolbooks on my desk and lay back on my bed with the book I’d bought a few days prior. Even recreational reading proved to hold little appeal as my mind continued to focus on Justin. Finally giving up, I tossed the book aside and picked up my iPhone. The relief I felt after I had sent him my lame text earlier turned to irritation as I pondered why I hadn’t heard from him. Bypassing the text messages, I went to my standby Spider Solitaire game that always did the trick when I needed something to occupy my mind.
Several hours later, I’m embarrassed to say, I was still lying on my bed playing the mindless game when Melissa returned to our room.
“Hey, you want to get some dinner?” I asked.
“Don’t be mad, okay?” she said, stepping into the room, but leaving the door open behind her.
“Why would I be ma . . . Oh God, please tell me you didn’t,” I mumbled as Rob and Justin strolled into our room. Our room that was the size
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