Now that she was gone I didn't know what to do with myself.
My days were spent doing schoolwork and hanging out with my mom, who was very worried to see my various cuts and bruises. I told her I was fine, however, and that I slipped while playing basketball with Morgan at her community court.
"You've always been a clumsy one," she tutted one day as we played spades with her work friends.
There wasn't much to do other than that.
Friday night I went to the party with Jennifer. We had a really good time. Almost too good of a time. She was a welcome distraction. I didn't want to be moping about Morgan constantly. I needed to get out, have fun, make new friends.
But none of them made as much of an impact as Morgan could.
Friday night Jennifer and I got rather close. She was a phenomenal dancer, and I was mesmerized the whole night. It made me wish that Morgan and I had danced at least once together.
It was hard for me to loosen up at first I was so upset about Morgan, but Jennifer helped me come back to myself. We were soon dancing wildly to the music.
One time she even took it upon herself to turn around and dance on me a little bit. At this I was a tad bit surprised. I mean, I knew she was flirting with me over text, but I never thought she'd be that bold. Or maybe it was only on the dance floor that I saw this boldness.
Whatever it was, I liked it. A lot. But I still felt like I was betraying Morgan in some way.
But no. I couldn't think like that. She betrayed me by leaving me here in this cruel place.
Matter of fact I was so heartbroken that I took Jennifer to my bed that night after we danced. It was nothing short of amazing, but it didn't come close to what Morgan and I had. And I was drunk and in pain. I needed the relief.
I don't know what we were doing, but it kinda felt right. And also wrong. But love, lust, whatever, is never right or wrong. It just... is.
And you gotta stick to it, no matter where it takes you, or you risk missing out on the greatest adventure of your life.
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Stick to the Plan
Historia Corta22-year-old Emery Watson wants a better, more exciting life filled with love and opportunities. She gets just that when she moves to California with her mom. Lounging on South Santa Monica Beach reading a book, Emery finally feels content. But a tap...
