Bitter Sweet

1

I faked a smile. "Yes, I'll make sure the papers are turned in tomorrow."

Cynthia oozed a smile that was dripping with fake sugar. "You are SUCH a doll. Thanks Blake!" She walked away, her heels clicking. Her ponytail must be cutting off the blood flow to her brain.

I rolled my eyes when she was finally gone. Sometimes, pretending to be nice was hard work.

"How's your day going?" I looked up to see Jake Pearson smiling down at me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes again. Instead, I forced another smile.

"It's going swell, how about yours?"

He chuckled. "Better, now that I got to see you."

I laughed. "How sweet of you.  Now if you'll be excuse me, I have some papers to take care of." I got up and headed towards the bathroom. I sighed. My morning was NOT going well.
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"You know he has the hots for you."
I let out an inward groan.
"Yes mother, but I'm not interested in Jake."
My mother sighed, making her disapproval obvious. "I just wish you would find somebody and settle down. I want grand babies, you know?"

I cringed at her words. "Mom. I'm only twenty-two."

She clucked her tongue. "Yes, well, her sister was twenty when she got married and had a baby."

Now it was my turn to sigh. Of course she would try and guilt trip me into marrying someone. I just wasn't ready for a commitment like that.

"Mom, you know I can't be in a relationship, not after... Him."
My voice turned to hatred at the thought of Devon.

"Devon was a nice boy, he just couldn't decide what he wanted in life."

I laughed bitterly. "So you think it was okay for him to go around sleeping with my best friend?"

I never wanted to revisit my memories of high school. Devon was like my first love. He was sweet, gentle, caring...and then he goes and sleeps with my best friend. I promised myself the day that I found out that I would never talk to either of them ever again.

"Blake, please. You never even gave him a chance to explain."
Her voice turned sharp and harsh.

I was shocked. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that you should just forgive someone after they go and deceive you multiple times. Look mom, I need to go. My...package was just delivered."
I hung up before she could say anything else. God, sometimes I couldn't stand her.

Later that night, I was lying in bed when I got a message from an unknown number. Text message: Blake miller, please be sure to be at Hilton Palace tomorrow evening at 8:00.

I stared at the phone screen, reading it over and over again. Who sent me this mystery text? I decided to deal with it tomorrow. Right now I was way too tired. My mystery text could be solved in the morning.

Hey everyone! My name is taylor, and I'll be the author of this not so good book. :p I really hope this one kicks off and becomes an easy read for most. Thanks for reading!
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