littlebluebird
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How could he?
The words echoed in Shay Valentine’s mind for the umpteenth time. A constant mantra evoking utter grief that tore through her soul. The young blonde had spent the past several days sulking in her room, replaying what she had seen the other night.
While sleeping in her boyfriend’s arms, his phone had gone off at 3AM, repeatedly. The ringer was off, but the luminescence of the screen continued to light up the darkness of the bedroom. When she reached for his phone, she had simply meant to turn the screen off, but as the text messages continued to stream in, her curiosity got the best of her.
She shook her head as she guessed his 4-digit lock code on the first try: his birthday. For as hot as he was, he was really quite simple. Once the lock-screen granted access, she felt like someone had sucker punched her. Multiple texts from multiple women, saying they “had a great time,” asking for him to “cum over,” and “when can I see you next?” She didn’t recognize most of the names, but there were a few she knew - acquaintances that were more than aware that they were dating.
Her eyes burned with tears, as her fingers trembled around his phone. The sensation of his arms around her suddenly made her sick, followed by the overwhelming urge to get away. As she peeled her naked form from his, he murmured something unintelligible before turning his back.
Standing in the middle of his room, Shay stared at the star quarterback’s form. John Galloway, the love of her life for the past two years, was a lying, cheating bastard. She was tempted to start screaming and lash out at him before images of police and rumors at school accompanied the bloodthirsty scenario playing out in her mind. So instead, she snuck out of his house and drove back to her dorm embracing the full gamut of pain and embarrassment that consumed her.
The next few days were a haze, as she went to class and volleyball practice on auto-pilot. Feigning smiles and laughter when she had to, all while burying her real emotions inside. Part of her began to question what she saw on his phone. It was late; she could have misinterpreted things…
Hard to misinterpret, “Cum over
” at 3AM. Her conscience reminded her.
John had checked in with her via text, the following morning, asking when she had left, and if she was ok. She lied (not really), texting back about not feeling well, and wanting to make sure she made it to her early morning class on time. Shay really had to figure out how she was going to confront him. Between classes and training practices, it was normal for them to go days without seeing each other. She and John would text each other back and forth, until they saw each other next, all while she was none the wiser.
Anger and resentment began to fill the hole in her heart as she came to grips with the fact that when they weren’t together, he was with someone else. Fucking someone else.
Unable to take it anymore, she finally called her best friend, Mel - who was going to school across the country. Tears and hiccuping sobs wracked her words as she vented. Her friend listened patiently, counseling her the best she could over the phone, before dropping the age-old adage: Don’t get mad, get even.
Which explained why Shay was now in the computer lab, searching for Jake - the head of the Computer Club. She noticed him towards the back, in the zone, with his eyes locked on the monitor and his fingers tapping on the keyboard in rapid fire succession. Rolling her shoulders, she walked in his direction, with the half-hatched plan of having sex with one of the school's most reputable nerds. That will show John.
As she drew closer, nerves started to kick in. Though they were friends in middle school, the two had drifted apart with her growing popularity. They hadn’t spoken in years, and there was a good chance he would shoot her down before she even had a chance to explain her plan.
“Hey,” she smiled tentatively, while summoning courage that usually came to her with ease. “I, um, need your help.” Smooth, Shay. Real smooth.
The words echoed in Shay Valentine’s mind for the umpteenth time. A constant mantra evoking utter grief that tore through her soul. The young blonde had spent the past several days sulking in her room, replaying what she had seen the other night.
While sleeping in her boyfriend’s arms, his phone had gone off at 3AM, repeatedly. The ringer was off, but the luminescence of the screen continued to light up the darkness of the bedroom. When she reached for his phone, she had simply meant to turn the screen off, but as the text messages continued to stream in, her curiosity got the best of her.
She shook her head as she guessed his 4-digit lock code on the first try: his birthday. For as hot as he was, he was really quite simple. Once the lock-screen granted access, she felt like someone had sucker punched her. Multiple texts from multiple women, saying they “had a great time,” asking for him to “cum over,” and “when can I see you next?” She didn’t recognize most of the names, but there were a few she knew - acquaintances that were more than aware that they were dating.
Her eyes burned with tears, as her fingers trembled around his phone. The sensation of his arms around her suddenly made her sick, followed by the overwhelming urge to get away. As she peeled her naked form from his, he murmured something unintelligible before turning his back.
Standing in the middle of his room, Shay stared at the star quarterback’s form. John Galloway, the love of her life for the past two years, was a lying, cheating bastard. She was tempted to start screaming and lash out at him before images of police and rumors at school accompanied the bloodthirsty scenario playing out in her mind. So instead, she snuck out of his house and drove back to her dorm embracing the full gamut of pain and embarrassment that consumed her.
The next few days were a haze, as she went to class and volleyball practice on auto-pilot. Feigning smiles and laughter when she had to, all while burying her real emotions inside. Part of her began to question what she saw on his phone. It was late; she could have misinterpreted things…
Hard to misinterpret, “Cum over
John had checked in with her via text, the following morning, asking when she had left, and if she was ok. She lied (not really), texting back about not feeling well, and wanting to make sure she made it to her early morning class on time. Shay really had to figure out how she was going to confront him. Between classes and training practices, it was normal for them to go days without seeing each other. She and John would text each other back and forth, until they saw each other next, all while she was none the wiser.
Anger and resentment began to fill the hole in her heart as she came to grips with the fact that when they weren’t together, he was with someone else. Fucking someone else.
Unable to take it anymore, she finally called her best friend, Mel - who was going to school across the country. Tears and hiccuping sobs wracked her words as she vented. Her friend listened patiently, counseling her the best she could over the phone, before dropping the age-old adage: Don’t get mad, get even.
Which explained why Shay was now in the computer lab, searching for Jake - the head of the Computer Club. She noticed him towards the back, in the zone, with his eyes locked on the monitor and his fingers tapping on the keyboard in rapid fire succession. Rolling her shoulders, she walked in his direction, with the half-hatched plan of having sex with one of the school's most reputable nerds. That will show John.
As she drew closer, nerves started to kick in. Though they were friends in middle school, the two had drifted apart with her growing popularity. They hadn’t spoken in years, and there was a good chance he would shoot her down before she even had a chance to explain her plan.
“Hey,” she smiled tentatively, while summoning courage that usually came to her with ease. “I, um, need your help.” Smooth, Shay. Real smooth.
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