Jaz: Their loss! Tomorrow? Class got canceled. Teacher has some vacation or something?
Ashlyn: I’m down!
Alexandra: … Fine. Bring donuts.
Jaz: YES! Done <3
I open the dreaded thread to my mom and send her aquick text to let her know I didn’t get the promotion. Again. I set my phone to silent. I know she will be disappointed and blow up my phone about new exciting men she wants to set me up with. She doesn’t get that I’m not looking for a handout husband. I like working for what I have.
The drive home is a blur, my mind is white noise on max volume. I pull into my parking spot at my apartment complex, not really sure how I made it here in one piece, but choosing to ignore it. I grab my overflowing purse and fling my car door open, ready to be done with today. I slam my door a little too aggressively and run through the main door of the building with the white noise in my head still taking over my senses. But as I swing into the lobby, my body bounces off a hard chest. I stumble, drop my purse to save myself from falling on my ass, and watch in slow motion as its contents scatter in every direction like marbles bouncing off a polished floor.
Great. Just great.
My face feels like it’s on fire. “Sorry,” I mumblewithout looking up. I bend down to grab my stuff and toss everything back into my bag as fast as I can. The quicker I can get inside to hide, the better.
“No worries. I’m often in my own mind. I’ll help,” he says.
Ugh I know that voice. Fucking Clay.
Kill me now.“It’s okay, really. I can get it.” I’m going to crawl in a hole and die. I do not need his smug face anywhere near me today.
Clay’s laugh is like nails on a chalkboard. “I’ve seen you in various positions living in the same building for the last two years, remember?”
I snatch the last of my tampons and throw them in the bag. “Don’t remind me.” He starts to talk again, but I jump up and skip three stairs at a time to get the hell away from him. He walked up on me and the girls at the apartment pool last summer and hasn’t stopped talking about our bodies since. Such a child.
I make it up the thirty-two steps to my apartment–yes, I’ve counted–because there’s no elevator and it sucks. Digging through my purse, I finally find my keys buried under everything else. I sigh.Finally I can just relax.I open my door and hear a scream, making me jump.
“Yes! Yes! Right there, TayTay!” A slap follows, and the woman screams again.
I’m in shock. What the actual fuck is happening and why today? I march down the hallway to the living room, my keys still in my hand as I take in the trail of clothes on the floor and the sound of bodiesslapping together.
Maybe it’s porn on the TV. Who knows? Right, and the clothes just came out of the screen. Idiot.
I see the blonde hair cascading down the side of my couch first. Taylor grunts as he slams into her from behind. “You like that, baby?”
Great. As if my day could get any worse. What a dick. You’d think three months together would at least mean he could dump me before screwing someone else. Or at least do it in his own shitty apartment.
I drop my purse loudly on the floor and start clapping. “Yes, baby. I love it so much.”
He pulls out and grabs his dick. Like I haven’t seen it before. “Shit. What are you doing here?”
“I live here. I pay the rent.” I roll my eyes and scream, “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY APARTMENT!” Jesus fucking Christ.
“What does she mean her apartment?” The blonde is slowly putting her clothes on like she didn’t just ruin my already shitty day.
“Nothing. Look, I thought you were going out tonight?” Taylor is still standing in the middle of my living room holding himself, not moving to get his clothes. Does he think I’m going to let him finish? “This doesn’t mean anything. I just had a rough day and needed a release. We can talk about this. Don’t be hostile.”
I whip his shitty underwear and pants at him. “Get. The. Fuck. Out.” I’m fuming. My vision is blacking out on the edges.
“Seriously?” His mouth turns up in a sneer as he puts his pants on.
I go to the door and start chucking their remaining clothes and shoes into the hallway.
The blonde starts screaming. “Those shoes are worth more than your apartment, you bitch! It’s freezing out there!”
I feel my mouth turn up in a smile, but my emotions are turned off at this point. I can’t deal with this shit. “Dead serious,” I say to Taylor as I snatch the key I gave him off the counter and slide it into my pocket.
I ignore the blonde bimbo. She can figure it out herself. Shouldn’t fuck a guy in another girl’s apartment in early winter.
