Bridgette stared at the floor blinking rapidly. “I don’t understand. You’re…you’re breaking up with me?” Her brain was still trying to process what she was hearing but tears had begun to pool in her eyes and run down her cheeks.

“Bridgette listen, I’m sorry. Honestly I never wanted to hurt you. I just feel like you and I are heading in two separate directions. I’ve had a great time with you and I want you to be happy. I—I just don’t feel like I’m the right person for you.”

She sat motionless on the edge of her bed thinking of a million things to say back to him or at least call him out for being a punk ass bitch for breaking up with her over the phone! Instead she swallowed down the lump in her throat and took a deep breath. “Well Bret, I guess there isn’t much I can say to that. I certainly wasn’t expecting it that’s for sure. I’m sorry that things didn’t work out between us but I wish you the best.”

“Oh Bridgette that is such a relief!” He said with a loud sigh. “I was so worried you were going to be heartbroken and devastated! Thank you for handling this in such a mature manner, I definitely saw this going a different direction.”

Bridgette couldn’t help but laugh a little to herself. She wanted to tell him to relax, he wasn’t God’s gift to women and that he might want to reconsider thinking so highly of himself. She’d be just fine without him but she once again swallowed her pride and politely wished him well and a goodnight.

She groaned loudly and flopped back dramatically on her bed. “I’m going to die alone…with cats!” She said to herself as she grabbed a pillow and screamed in it. She really was going to be fine without Bret, she wasn’t even heartbroken that their relationship was over. More than anything she felt defeated that once again she’d picked the wrong guy. This was relationship number three that had gone up in flames in the past two years.

It was Friday night and she was once again set to rummage through her freezer for some half eaten ice-cream or finish off the bottle of vodka leftover from her last breakup. She set about removing her makeup that was now running down her face and changed into her pajamas. “Awesome, 7:30 on a Friday night and I’m already in pajamas and eating ice cream out of a family sized tub…winning at life Bridge, winning at life.” She enunciated the last statement but jabbing her spoon in the air.

She had just finished her second cocktail of vodka and and some very questionable orange juice when her phone rang. “Heeeeey Luke. What’s going on?” She tried to sound casual as she stretched out on the couch and yawned into the phone.

“Uhhh hey Bridge you okay? You sound a little…drunk.”

“Yeah I’m good, I’m goooood. I’m great actually! What about you? What’s going on? Removing yourself from some hot blonde’s legs I assume?”

“Jesus Bridgette, no! I’m just finishing up basketball with the guys and figured I’d see what you’re up to. I was going to ask if you wanted to grab some drinks but it seems like you beat me to the punch. You drinking alone or is the man friend there?”

“His name is Bret and no he dumped me tonight so it’s just been me, impending doom and self-destruction throwing ‘em back tonight.”

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry. I don’t have any plans so how about I come over and we can drink together?”

“Well it’s been a very exciting evening so far but you’re more than welcome to crash the party but you might want to bring more booz! Oh and bring pizza!”

Luke laughed into the phone and agreed. “I’ll be there in a bit, don’t finish the bottle without me.”

Bridgette was just pouring herself another drink when Luke knocked on her apartment door. She walked over to let him in, sloshing her drink around in the process. She threw the door open and gave Luke a huge smile trying to fight back tears.

“You really need to tell your super to fix the front door to your building, anyone can just walk in this place!” He was setting the pizza and beer on the table when he noticed the look of sadness on Bridgette’s face. “Come here baby girl.” Her head drooped toward the floor as she shuffled over to Luke’s arms and laid her head on his chest. She couldn’t hold the tears back any longer as Luke softly caressed her back. “Come on let’s go over the couch and tell me what douche bag did.”

They both sat on the couch and Bridgette proceeded to tell Luke about her phone call with Bret earlier. “Wait, he broke up with you over the phone?! What a piece of shit! Ya know Bridge I told you from the beginning I didn’t like him. Didn’t I?” Luke ran his hands through his hair in an exasperated manor. He had always been protective of Bridgette especially when it came to her dating life. He only wanted the best for her and part of him wondered if anyone would ever be good enough.

Luke and Bridgette had known one another since her freshman year in high school. She had been paired up with him as her ‘senior buddy’ to help her navigate the halls and class schedules the first week of school. At first she had been so shy and embarrassed to be buddied up with the most popular and hottest guy in school. You know that stereotypical jock that all the guys wanted to be and all the cheerleaders wanted and did date? Well that was Luke Foster. Not only was he incredibly smart, driven, athletic and well spoken, he was hotter than sin and had only gotten hotter over the years.

Bridgette on the other hand had always been your small, shy girl next door. She didn’t play sports, she was the violin chair in orchestra, editor of the yearbook and pretty much kept to herself and small group of friends. Luke had taken her under his wing from the moment they met and they had formed a lifelong friendship from that day on. Naturally she developed a crush on him that turned into a slow burning love she kept inside until one stupid, drunken night in college…when she had confessed to him that she had harbored feelings for him all these years. He did his best to let her down gently but hearing someone you’ve been madly in love with for the better part of a decade tell you he ‘loves you like a sister’ isn’t exactly great for the old self esteem. She had quickly tried to rebound by blaming in on the alcohol and the fact that it was finals week of her senior year in college.

They had both attended The University of Illinois and relocated to Chicago after graduation. Luke had actually stayed on to do his Masters in Engineering while Bridge finished up her undergrad. He landed a fantastic job with Boeing in Chicago while Bridgette got an internship at her desired publishing company and continued to work on her Masters at the University of Chicago.

Bridgette wiped the last of her tears from her swollen cheeks and chuckled at Luke’s response. “Honestly Luke I’m ok. I think more than anything I’m just mad that I keep picking the wrong guys! I just don’t get it, they seem like ideal matches at first and then a few months later the rug is ripped out from under me. Maybe I should just be like you and vow to stay unattached and emotionally unavailable forever.” She said as she waved her drink in the air, causing a wave of the liquid to slosh over the edge on to her t-shirt. “Shit!” she quickly jumped up and began removing her shirt before Luke jumped up to stop her.

“Whoa! Slow down there.” He pulled the shirt back down before she could raise it further.

“What?” It’s not like you haven’t seen it before, I’m not an alien ya know.” Before he could stop her Bridgette had pulled her shirt over her head and was left standing in her tiny sleep shorts and a very see through lace bra that left little to the imagination.

Luke couldn’t help but notice how round and firm her breasts were or how her stomach was curved and defined in all the right places. He suddenly found himself wanting to reach out and touch her body, let his fingertips explore the edge of her lace bra. He was snapped out his thoughts when he heard her stumble backwards. He reached his arms out just in time to catch her from falling backward right onto her tailbone. “Okay we’re done with the booz tonight.” He said as she laughed in his arms and tried to steady herself.

“Okay dad,” she replied as she rolled her eyes and leaned down to reach for her tumbler. Luke still had has arms around her as she leaned down causing the hand he had on her back to drag across her stomach. He could feel himself stirring in his pants and panicked, quickly turning to grab the tumbler from her hands.

“I mean it! Now go get some god damn clothes on!” he said as he pushed her towards her bedroom. He turned around and ran his hand roughly over his face and through his floppy dirty blonde hair. What the hell had gotten in to him?! He walked over to the table with the pizza and beer and cracked open a bottle chugging the brown liquid. “When you get your ass in gear don’t forget we have some pizza to demolish.” With the mention of food Bridgette came bounding out of her bedroom with a fresh t-shirt on and a pep in her step. If there was one thing that could get Bridgette out of a funk it was food!

They continued to laugh and talk on the couch while they ate their pizza and drank the beer.“Ahhh man!” Bridgette slapped her thigh as Luke reached for another slice of pizza. “I’m not going to have a date for my 10 year high school reunion now!” She scrunched her face as the waterworks started up again. “Everyone is going to think I’m the same dorky loser I was in high school and they’ll probably think I have a bunch of cats or whatever.”

Luke couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous she was being. “Oh my God Bridge stop! First of all, nobody thought you were a dorky loser in high school and furthermore you were NOT a dorky loser nor have you ever been!” He reach over and patted her back as she wallowed in self-pity again. “Ok how about this, I’ll be your date.”

She looked over at him with wide eyes, “Seriously?!”

“Yeah why not? I can stop in and see my parents when we’re down in central Illinois and you can stop crying on the pizza and ruining our night.” He said with a smirk.

She lightly punched his arm and then threw herself at him, “Thank you so much!” she said into his neck as she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

“Okay, okay stop getting your snotty tears all over me and tell me more about your single, hot classmates.” Luke winked as he took a swig of beer and Bridgette rolled her eyes in exasperation…just when he starts being cute he has to ruin it, she thought to herself.