Dating isn't easy. Finding love is harder. But being a Delaney makes it all a thousand times worse because let's face it, with parents like theirs, the NextGen never stood a chance.
11 short stories following the disastrous love lives of:
Seraphina...
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Undoubtedly, there are times when I look back at all the things I've done and felt deeply remorseful for the consequences of my actions. For example, I cut seven inches off my hair a few years ago and it hasn't quite grown back to pre-cut length. I went to meet a man twice my age at his apartment and almost had sex with him. I texted someone else's girlfriend and essentially broke up with her for him, and then deleted the incriminating evidence.
Not my proudest moment, that last one.
The second I'd hit send on the text, I baulked and tried to recall it, delete it before it was read, erase it from existence. Only, Avada must have been waiting for a response and before I had time to undo the message, it was read. And if the reply was any indication, the message was understood.
I'm sorry you feel like that, Spencer. It meant nothing to me. I am so regretful for what I've done to you. I will love you always. A xx
I may have deleted that message too.
"Seraphina Eve Fletcher," I proclaim to my reflection in the bathroom mirror. "You're a terrible, terrible, terrible human being. The absolute worst. You deserve everything coming to you. Your place in Hell has been secured. The devil himself will greet you at the fiery gates. I am ashamed and disappointed in you."
With a heavy sigh, I drop my head into my hands and mutter all the profanities that I could think of, which given who my family are, that chapter of my vocabulary is both extensive and colourful. Brushing my fingers through my hair, I lift my gaze back to the mirror and plaster on a fake smile.
I'm already at mine and Spencer's meeting place; I arrived half an hour early because the jitters in my stomach were overwhelming and if I had to sit in the office and wait another minute, I would die. Of course, coming to LPP early didn't help, it only made things worse. I was here now, and soon enough, so would Spencer. We were going to swap our phones. Not knowing that I've broken up with Avada on his behalf, Spencer will want to arrange a meeting. Avada will get confused because, in her mind, they're broken up. And all hell will then break loose, I will be found out, and Spencer will hate me for the rest of my living days.
"Why do you even care what Spencer will think?" I ask myself. Frowning, I say, "Does it matter if he hates you? Well, yes. But why? Because I want him to like me. Why do I want him to like me? Because I like him."
Realising what I had just admitted, I see my eyes widen in surprise. No, I can't like him. At least, not beyond the platonic like. I respect him professionally and at uni, he was a decent guy, but I can't like him romantically. Can I? Could I? Do I?
More to the point, when did that even happen? Our conversations have been minimal for years, strictly business, and even though we've spoken this week, we hadn't had any deep conversations and it's all been rather tame- bland, even. When Sophie and Daniel were conducting their love affair over the phone, they talked about anything and everything. I've heard the story. But Spencer and I are in a completely different realm in comparison. There shouldn't be any feeling of 'like' between us when I barely know the guy.
