The boy was very happy today.Tonight, he would ask his true love to marry him. He couldn't wait!!They had been dating for two years. Although they were only eighteen years old and his parents didn't approve, he loved her, so he decided to do the reasonable thing. Marry herThe plan was to text her before he arrived. Then he would say he's on his way.He'd lie and say that he'd be there in an hour or so when really he would he would be sitting outside his lover's home.
-Hi Babe, I'll be at your house to pick you up in an hour.Dress pretty xxE.
(At her house**)
The conversation took a turn and the next thing you knew, she was on top of him in just her red-lace whore thongs with a matching bra. "Eric, I really like you" She admitted, her fingers tracing his collarbone down to his v-line. He didn't say anything feeling kind of guilty. Instead he just gulped."And I was hoping if we could be..." She got really close to his dark pink lips"more". She crashed her lips upon his plump ones.
After a few minutes of heavy makeout session, abruptly a gasp came from the door. She turned around to be greeted by her boyfriend holding a bouquet of red roses in one hand and the other one is occupied with a small black leather box.
"How could you?" She was so shocked that she couldn't respond. He frowned, threw down the roses and started for his 2015 Mustang."Evan, wait! Please, I can explain just holt."Wow, he couldn't believe it , she uses the same cliché line that everyone else uses when they're caught red handed .You would believe that everyone stops saying it because it obviously hasn't worked for anyone except the desperate ones who would take back the chetaers...
Tears stung her eyes. They seemed so ugly now. She loved him, very much, but she couldn't help it if she was a slut.Hell, he wasn't giving it up.
"I loved you and this is what I get in return? My girlfriend giving it to my best friend?!You know what?Here," he tossed the black leather small box to her feet where the 20karrot ring was encased "you'd make a terrible wife anyways!"And with that being said, he took off.
She walked back inside the house to be greeted with Eric getting the hell outta there, it was getting too awkward for him."I'm gonna go"
"Yeah good idea"she said with only a few sniffs between.
For the night, all she thought about was how she messed a good thing up.
Not even a quarter past ten o'colck, she received a call.
"Hello?"
"Is this Slutevia Banks?"
"Yes, this is she"
"Umm..I'm sorry to say this but there's been an accident with your ex boyfriend Evan, he's dead"
....
"What?!"
"Ma'm, please stay calm and report to the following location."After she got off the phone with the messenger, she urgently got into her beat up pickup truck and raced to the place.
When she got there, there were police and ambulance everywhere.They were specifically around a large tree.
She jumped to the front of the group and looked above. On one of the highest branches was Evan."Oh gosh"She whispered to herself at the appalling sight.
He was hanging by a thin but strong rope.He was still in the the same attire as before. His eyes, once vibrant brown, was now starring down to the crowd with such sadness.A tag was on his shirt which read:CHEATING SUCKS
And Slutevia lives happily never after.The End
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