temptationsx
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And does she know,
Know about the times you used to hold me?
Wrapped me in your arms and how you told me
I'd be the only one?
I heard about,
Yeah, someone told me once when you were out,
She went a little crazy, ran her mouth about me.
Ain't jealousy funny?
Julie sang along to the all-too-true words of the song that she had on repeat for nearly the past month. It had been that long ago that she and her boyfriend suffered an unexpected break up, different from all the others they had been through. The arguing had gotten far too out of hand, past the point of no return. Nearly two weeks later, he had found himself another love interest and left Julie with nothing but heartbreak. At this point, she knew the thought of getting back together was a hopeless cause.
Slamming her hand against the car radio, Julie managed to turn off the song that she knew she really had to stop listening to. Fuck him. She thought to herself, unaware of her reckless driving through the zig-zagging lanes of the college campus' parking lot. Finding a spot was impossible, and her anger just made her even more impatient. Giving up and settling with a spot a considerable walk from the main building, Julie shoved her belongings into the back pack and made her way along.
"Hey." Julie gave a monotonous greeting to her friend as she slumped into the chair across from her at the table in the student common area. She wasn't in the mood for further conversation, so she was thankful that her friend was willing to leave it at that; her foul attitude was certainly apparent.
Sitting back in her chair, twirling a strand of her long blonde hair between her fingers, Julie's gaze scanned the large area of the room. It took only a few seconds for for her eyes to catch a familiar pair, causing her to suck in a quick breath and look away just as quickly as the moment occurred. "Shit.." She whispered under her breath, barely loud enough for even her friend across the table to hear. Without a second thought, Julie forced herself to look again, and there he was: her ex-boyfriend of almost two years, sitting at a far-off table, hand-in-hand with the girl that had taken everything from her.
Know about the times you used to hold me?
Wrapped me in your arms and how you told me
I'd be the only one?
I heard about,
Yeah, someone told me once when you were out,
She went a little crazy, ran her mouth about me.
Ain't jealousy funny?
Julie sang along to the all-too-true words of the song that she had on repeat for nearly the past month. It had been that long ago that she and her boyfriend suffered an unexpected break up, different from all the others they had been through. The arguing had gotten far too out of hand, past the point of no return. Nearly two weeks later, he had found himself another love interest and left Julie with nothing but heartbreak. At this point, she knew the thought of getting back together was a hopeless cause.
Slamming her hand against the car radio, Julie managed to turn off the song that she knew she really had to stop listening to. Fuck him. She thought to herself, unaware of her reckless driving through the zig-zagging lanes of the college campus' parking lot. Finding a spot was impossible, and her anger just made her even more impatient. Giving up and settling with a spot a considerable walk from the main building, Julie shoved her belongings into the back pack and made her way along.
"Hey." Julie gave a monotonous greeting to her friend as she slumped into the chair across from her at the table in the student common area. She wasn't in the mood for further conversation, so she was thankful that her friend was willing to leave it at that; her foul attitude was certainly apparent.
Sitting back in her chair, twirling a strand of her long blonde hair between her fingers, Julie's gaze scanned the large area of the room. It took only a few seconds for for her eyes to catch a familiar pair, causing her to suck in a quick breath and look away just as quickly as the moment occurred. "Shit.." She whispered under her breath, barely loud enough for even her friend across the table to hear. Without a second thought, Julie forced herself to look again, and there he was: her ex-boyfriend of almost two years, sitting at a far-off table, hand-in-hand with the girl that had taken everything from her.