There was no mistaking the pair. The sun shimmered off their hair. Jack’s overly blond and Sally’s bleach bottle blond hair could not be missed. He was basically fucking her under the tree which was near the picnic table that I normal ate my lunch at.
Today I had planned to go to the Halloween store to find a costume for tomorrow night’s party. But at the last minute, I decided to eat my lunch at my favorite spot. Well, it’s not my favorite anymore.
Currently, I was standing over Jack and Sally and watched their progress. Jack had the top down on his luxurious convertible, so I could see them clearly. My hand started to clench the cold soft drink that I was holding. The condensation on the sides became slippery against my fingers. Then, a wicked smile started to blossom over my face.
I loved the south, even in October. It was still warm, but it had a small bite of cool air. As I stood there, I reminded myself that Jack thought I was shopping. Oh, how wrong he was!
His hand slid a little farther up Sally’s barely there fabric, and my teeth sank into my lip as my hand clenched my cup a little harder.
“Oh, Jack,” Sally whispered in a husky voice, and my stomach revolted at the sound.
“That’s it, babe,” Jack tells Sally as his non-calloused fingers climbed higher up the inside of her thigh.
The bile that I was fighting rose a little higher.
“Oh, Jack,” I mimicked Sally when she said his name in a breathless husky tone.
I mean really? What the fuck! Sally couldn’t find her own boyfriend, why did she have to go fuck mine?
Satisfaction hit me like a runaway train as both froze in place. Jack quickly moved his hand and straightened up in his seat. He tried to look innocent and obviously he failed.
I should be crying, right? Maybe even shed some tears. Instead, I felt nothing but anger and regret? I didn’t regret not sleeping with him, so why did I feel this deep regret?
“Mia, it’s not what it looks like, babe,” he tells me.
His voice grated on my nerves, I mean, do I look blind? Was I some sort of airhead? I could see exactly what was happening here.
“So, you didn’t come to my favorite spot and feel Sally up?” I ask in a sickly-sweet voice.
“Mia,” Sally says, her voice filled with a slight chill like the cool air of October.
“Bitch,” I tell her.
Her eyes grew bigger, and her mouth turned down into a frown. Although, I had a big smile that was all teeth.
“Look, Mia…” Jack started.
The hand that was holding my drink continued to squeeze. The longer I stood there, the tighter my hand squeezed the cup. My fingers twitched when Jack said my name, and it caused the top to pop off. The plastic cup splashed everywhere, and Sally was the unfortunate victim of the soda. It poured all over her, and my toothy smile grew.
“I’m sorry, babe,” I snarled, “But it seems we have hit a rough patch in the road.”
“Mia,” he tried again, but his voice sounded desperate.
“I think this is where our trip together ends, Jack,” I tell him with fake sincerity.
I leaned in closer, and the half-empty cup was still clutched in my hand. Sally leaned back to give me room, but she was probably fearful that I might bite her. Who the hell knows, maybe I will.
“I wouldn’t spread my fucking thighs for you, so you go to Sally?” I ask him, “And what makes you think that you could fuck her and then come back to me?”
I don’t wait for a response, I just release the cup that I was holding and followed its decent with my eyes. It was like watching a car wreck in slow motion. It was falling, and then it hit Jack’s lap with a thud. The rest of the cola sprayed all over his lap. I’m sure it hurt his little balls, the impact was pretty hard.
“I’m going to the party without you, Jack,” I tell him coldly.
He could probably feel his status already starting to drop. He wasn’t invited to the party in the woods, I was. And well, my plus one just went to minus one.
“Mia, please,” Jack calls after me as I speed walk away from the pair. My forgotten lunch still dangling from my fingers.
Being a senior in college was hard. This was our last hurrah before we walked across the stage. I thought I was going to marry Jack Dalton and become Mrs. Mia Dalton. Fucking asshole. After today, he would be just a smudge on my past, and I wouldn’t remember who and what he was to me.