Funny enough, Brian isn’t the one who posted the video.No, it’s on Sarah’s account. My “best friend” who’s unable to reply to any of my messages in weeks but apparently has more than enough time to celebrate the birthday of my ex-boyfriend with him.
The same guy she repeatedly called an embarrassing rat, a liar, and just an overall horrible person. She played an important role in our breakup, enthusiastically encouraging me to dump him whenever I opened up to her.
It’s more than interesting that they seem to be best friends now. The angle tells me she’s sitting right next to him, giggling as he toasts to the camera.
I really don’t miss them.
Still, something about the situation rubs me the wrong way. And maybe a little trip outside could help with getting my head straight about the whole situation with Samuel.
Most people try tofind themselveson hikes or fancy retreats. At least the people I know try this approach. But maybe the true answers to the big questions in life lie on the bottom of a bottle of vodka, and I decide that I’m going to test this theory out tonight.
With a yawn, I stretch myself before I get up from the couch.
“Gonna go to bed,” I mumble, trying to sound miserable. “I think I’m coming down with a cold or something.”
“Night,” Samuel mumbles in my direction, not once looking up from his laptop.
It is more than a bit embarrassing, but I’m getting jealous of that darn thing because it’s getting too much of his attention for my liking.
New low Ruby, competing with a laptop.
“Goodnight,” I reply, as I’m already halfway up the stairs.
I close the door to my room before I look for my headphones to get ready. Being too loud would only alert Samuel, so I try my hardest not to make any unnecessary sounds.
I decide on a black leather skirt and a short black top. My head is already hurting after I have my hair in a high ponytail for not even five minutes. With a full face of makeup, I’m almost unable to recognize myself.
It’s not that I run around the house like an unkempt little monster who hasn’t showered for weeks, but there’s still a difference between light makeup and the amount of stuff that is on my face right now.
I laugh as I imagine Samuel seeing my outfit, almost able to hear him calling itinappropriateas he shakes his head. But he’s not here to give his opinion right now and if I don’t fuck this up, he won’t be able to give his opinion to my outfit or this whole idea until I’m back here, tucked away in my bed.
Planning on getting dragged back to the house again?
Dom’s name flashes over my display and just when I want to tell him to stop mocking me, there’s another message.
Just joking, gonna wait outside the gate. 20 minutes?
I reply quickly while I put on a jacket and start my descent to the driveway.
A part of me expected Samuel to wait down here again, to drag me back, maybe to punish me for trying to sneak out, which makes my pussy throb more than I like to admit, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
It should alarm me. He had never been this negligent before, but I’m so set on getting him at least a bit out of my head that I don’t question it as I make the bee-line to Dom’s car.
“Careful,” Dom says as I slam the door of his car shut with a bit too much force for his liking.
“Sorry.”
“Where’s your shadow?
“Busy on his laptop.”
“Aye, where’re we going tonight? To the park, like usual?” Dom asks with a laugh, already starting to drive towards the park.
“Nope, Red Room tonight.”
“Oh?” He looks over at me, eyebrows raised, as if he’s unsure if I’m joking.
“Really, Dom. I need a distraction.”
