𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... a fifteen year old girl falls head over heels for a blast from the past.
𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐃, hopelessly in love with a man who never bat an eye in her direction.
Or so... she thought?
...
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I slid into a bar stool, tapping two fingers against the counter.
"Whiskey neat."
The bartender turned to grab the bottle, pouring me half a cup. I didn't bother with sipping slowly as I observed my options.
I downed the drink in one go.
"Another." I requested, suppressing a burp from resurfacing.
"Hard night?" He asked, topping off the rest of my drink, I nearly laughed.
"Hard five years."
I swiped the next glass of whiskey, getting rid of it just as quick as the other.
"Ex?" He questioned.
I raised a brow. "Something like that."
"What did she do?"
Usually, I didn't feel like being talkative. But it's not like I can talk about this with Bill and making friends hasn't been my priority.
"Getting married." I toyed with the glass, pushing it back and forth with my finger.
"And what did you do?"
Probably a whole fucking lot.
"Broke up with her in high school, said I couldn't deal with long distance and then she made an album about me and got into a relationship just a month later." I've kept up more than I liked to admit.
"And now she's marrying him?" The unnamed bartender kept his questions coming, I slowly nodded. "He's religious. A good guy. She deserves him."
"But does he deserve her?"
I shook my head. "No one does."
"Well, she's famous then. Your ex?" He leant onto his elbows, yeah... she's famous alright, but I didn't feel like answering any more questions for the rest of the night.
I turned in the opposite direction, seeing a new group of people coming in.
Well, fuck.
Ramona was in front of all of her friends, laughing at something that Cali had said as she made her way to through the crowd.
"Speak of the ex." I turned back towards the front. He laughed out loud.
