This isn’t happening.
This isn’t happening.
This isn’t happening.
“Evi?” Mia says, getting out of bed and pulling the sheet off with her to cover herself up.
Those fucking sheets from Target. I’m about to cut a bitch. And not just any bitch. One of my best friends! I thought stuff like this only happened in movies…
“Get your whore ass out of my house. Now!” I scream, lunging for her. Dan runs over and holds me back. I fight against him, beating my fists on his chiseled chest. The chest I helped sculpt by spotting him at the gym. And I hated the gym!
All I want to do right now is kick Mia, punch Mia, pummel Mia… kill Dan.
“Evi,” Dan warns. “Don’t.”
I swing around. He looks nonplussed by the whole situation.
“Please tell me this is just some kind of misunderstanding?” The minute I say it, I want to levitate out of my body, point a finger down at myself, and cackle. Because it’s the stupidest question I think I’ve ever asked. Of course it’s not a misunderstanding.
“No. It’s not a misunderstanding,” he answers, and he goes over to Mia and stands next to her. “We’re falling in love, Evi.”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
I feel the bile start to rise up my esophagus, and I know I’m going to vomit soon. I run to the bathroom and proceed to throw up my dinner. Deep down, I know I’ll never be able to eat fettuccine alfredo again, and not just because I’m throwing it up, but also because now it’ll always be the thing I ate the night Dan cheated. He doesn’t even come in to see if I’m okay. And he always comes in to hold my hair back. Always. I clutch the toilet and cry—heavy, heaving sobs. I flush and stand, wash my face off, and start to collect my things like a big girl.
When I’m done, I walk back into the bedroom, ignoring my cheating boyfriend and my slutty friend. I throw everything into a suitcase, angrily grabbing a few pairs of clothes and shoes as Mia sits on the bed with Dan. They both watch me curiously, as if I’m about to have a psychotic break.
And that’s when I see it. Dan brushes a strand of hair away from Mia’s face, and she smiles at him.
Smiles.
I try to suppress the vomit threatening to come up again, and instead I turn to face Dan.
“I’ll come back for my things tomorrow.” I’m honestly too shocked to understand what is happening, but some sort of survival instinct is telling me to get the hell out of here right now.
“Evi…” Dan pats the bed next to him. I see Mia get up and walk over to the closet, where her clothes lie in a pile on the floor. Barf. She probably did a striptease for Dan. She was always vain about her body.
I hate her.
She eyes me sympathetically, but doesn’t say a word.
“Sit, Evi,” Dan commands. Like a weakling, I go. But it’s only because I need more of an explanation. He is my life, my other half. We’ve been partners for seven years. I can’t believe he’s willing to throw it all away for slutty Mia.
I like that nickname, and I vow to use it from now on.
I reluctantly go to sit next to him, though I’m torn. I want to hug him and have him tell me everything is going to be okay. But I also want to stand up and kick him swiftly in the nuts.
“How could you?” I whisper.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t plan it. It just… happened. I was going to tell you soon. I tried to tell you last night.”
Ah, the “P” word was actually a “C” word. Cheater!
“You want to be with her?” I ask meekly. My voice is barely audible. I can’t believe I’m saying these words to him. To Dan.
“Yes.”
“Well… good. Because I’m moving out,” I say petulantly, standing up.
“Thank you,” he replies, and I have to keep myself from clocking him in the jaw.
Thank you?
I brush the tears away as I storm past him to get my suitcase.
“I’ll box your stuff up and bring it to your parents’ house tomorrow,” he says.
“This is it? Seriously?”
He just shrugs and looks down guiltily.