Maybe We Shouldn't

A Little Bit Jealous

15 years later

'Lights, camera, action' he shouted over the incessant chatter that had flooded the house. 'Everybody hide! Lights out, she's coming!' Suddenly there was silence, the message had spread.

On her way home she had noticed a huge amount of cars lining the streets, but thankfully a little way away from her house, so she could still park outside. The lights were out in the house, so Nate was probably out with that girl again. She walked up to her front door and she could swear she was hearing giggling inside. Great he brought her here. It's bad enough that he was with her, but to bring her here? Flaunt her in my face?

Since they had hit puberty, he had been a player and she was starting to get sick of it. Every time that he broke up with another girl, she would be there waiting for him to realise that she was the girl for him, everything he would ever need. But he had yet to wake up and smell the roses. She would be waiting until he did.

As she slipped her key into the lock and stepped through the door, she jumped out of her skin. The lights flew on and she was immediately surrounded by what seemed like hundreds of people. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't move, she was starting to panic, then she felt a warming touch at the small of her back, and she turned into the comfort of his touch.

'Happy birthday, Toni.'

***

As the party continued on she was starting to get tired of well wishers and people handing her drink after drink. Nate had abandoned her after he saw she turned up. She couldn't see them around anywhere, but there was no point in looking because she had still been watching him when they had gone upstairs together.

She wanted her 21st birthday to be a quiet night in with him, but obviously he had other plans. He had planned this party so that he hadn't left her alone while he sneaked off. He was thoughtful like that, however, Antonia wished there wasn't someone on his arm every time she saw him. She blew out her candles with one thought in mind; I wish I was on his arm, his girlfriend, his wife, and his lover, 'til death do we part.