"The most hurtful thing about all this is that you were able to look me and my eyes everyday, smiling and laughing, knowing that you cheated on me."
Samantha James is now a football state Championship, and while she should be enjoying her celebrity...
"Are you coming to see Coop perform tonight?" I question, balancing my phone between my ear and shoulder, holding up shirt after shirt to find the right shirt to go with my jeans.
"Even though I'm still very, very, very upset with her. I can't not go, that's my baby." Patience sighs. "Did I mention that I'm still upset with her? Or no?"
"No, I don't think you so." I chuckle. "I have to finish getting ready, and Spencer should be wrapping up with a college representative soon, so I'll see you when we get there."
"Okay, see you soon, girly."
Ending the call, I toss my phone over onto the bed and continue my search for a shirt tonight. Today wasn't just another day; it was the day that Coop perform the song that Patience and I helped her with. It would be better if she lets Patience sing with her, but seeing how she didn't even tell her about what Layla said — I doubt she's letting Patience sing with her. And Patience better than me because if I truly cared about the whole situation, I wouldn't even go to see her perform — that situation would be the downfall of our relationship.
Anyway, while I had opt out of meeting with any college representative who reached out since the list dropped, Spencer had decided to sit down with them. I know that he was just doing it to get his mind off of Corey's passing, but making decisions like that when you're not mentally together can come back to bite you. Making decisions because it seems like the right thing to do in the moment, but not what you actually want to do.
After a while I got tired of shuffling through shirts, changing jeans just to change shirts because it doesn't go with the sneakers. It's not like I'm the one performing, settling into a pair of black track pants, a size larger. A white crop tank top, stopping a couple inches above my belly button, going with the white design on the sides of my tack pants. And a short sleeve sweater that I left unzip; pairing the outfit with white Air Forces.
I added a cross body bag, I never quite understood the point of wearing a purse because the only thing in this bag is my wallet, and some chapstick in case my lips become dry. Other than the bag, I added small hoops to my ears, a single golden bracelet around my wrist, a golden cross necklace, and finger rings on each hand. For my hair, I pulled my wig into a half up and half down; glancing in the mirror, I smile as I admired my handiwork on this wig installation.
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"I've gotten pretty good at doing these." I said as I dust the imaginary dust off my shoulder.
My eyes drop down to the still unopened letter from Corey, it had been sitting on my dresser unbothered for weeks. I had planned on finally reading it after the funeral but I didn't need anymore sadness that day, and then for a fleeting moment I kind of forgot all about the letter until I stand in front of my dresser. It's about time I read the letter, I want to know what he had said right before he had left.
Picking up the letter I back up until the back of my legs, I settle onto the edge of my bed. Tearing the envelope open, I carefully take the letter out but there was something else inside the envelope. At the bottom of the envelope is a tiny ziplock bag, through the clear ziplock bag I knew immediately what it was. Dumping it out onto my hand I smile at my gold necklace with the words "Baby Girl" on it, but this time it has a tiny heart dangling from the chain, it's been so long since I've had my necklace.
