Pele had tried to ignore her boyfriend-now ex’s (as of earlier this morning) calls for probably the 100th time this hour. Leaving her the same message of how he messed up, how he didnt mean to fuck “that girl” while she was gone for a week for vacation, how he would make it up to her and they would get married.....well that’s how they were at first. Now, of course his pride was now jabbed at by her obvious lack of attempts to answer-after the sight of her high school sweet heart of 4 years pounding her best friend into his mattress was forever burned into her young, 18 year old mind....now they were more malicious.
Of course from all of her anger, the scorned woman had been crying ever since. She wondered if there were other times, and how many times this had happened before under her nose. She wanted to ask, yet she kept her phone on the other side of the room.
So what was a girl to do? Well, pick things up and move on of course. She had been doing the usual breakup regimen for hours now, watch chick flicks, cry, eat ice cream and everything else, break something, do your makeup, cry it off again, dance naked to breakup songs,paint her nails, and then eat a whole pizza by yourself. Why not? She was using his money her left there anyways, not to mention his credit card he forgot to buy her a new outfit. So where was the harm?
“Hold on hold on!” Pele heard the doorbell after blasting the music for quite sometime now, and before she could react practically, she ran down the stairs and opened the door hastily in her bra and underwear, tanned skin exposed. . It was just going to be a 10 second interaction, who cares what the pizza guy thought. “Sorry um, I didnt hear you there.” She spoke in a raspy voice, wiping at her eyes and revealed to herself that as she could clearly see the black smudges on them. It now dawned at her that her makeup had stained her face, which she clearly forgot to wipe off. Great, in this small 10 seconds this delivery boy would think she was insane. Clearing her throat awkwardly, she smiled weakly. “So...um twenty bucks was it?”
