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Thursday- Friday

Thursday

WHERE ARE MY KEYS?!?!

Friday

"Why are you wearing that?" I glance back at the mirror and for a second feel insecure and unsure about my fashion choice. Then almost immediately my eyebrows furrow and my body fills with frustration. "Ethan, shut up I'm wearing whatever I want." I watch nervously hoping that didn't send him over the edge. He's been more explosive lately and I think I know why... "I just don't think Megan wants you wearing jeans baby." Shit is the party formal? I guess I can wear the new skirt I bought a couple weeks ago. I haven't even taken off the tag yet. I look back over at Ethan and it looks like he has to say something to me. I give him a questioning facial expression but get no response. I slip off my jeans and throw them onto my bed.

Finding the perfect top to match with my skirt takes me about ten minutes until I finally decide on a basic grey. When I look back in the mirror to check one last time, I am suddenly filled with guilt. Guilt that has been hanging on my shoulders for a while now. Looking at myself in the mirror reminds me of it and I hate the feeling; but I ignore it and try to think about something else. Think about puppies.

When we finally arrive at the party, after what felt like a 30 minute drive, I'm relived to find the bathroom empty. As I wash my hands and look at myself in the mirror I make the decision to break up with Ethan tomorrow. I'm worried he might find this sudden, and will probably think I will take him back like the other two times I dumped him. This time feels different, for some reason I know this time will be the last. I just know. I mean.... I hope.

I walk into the kitchen, looking for my friends and find someone better, someone I didn't even know I was looking for. Eric, standing next to a fairly tall man with unruly, brown hair. I watch him for a minute just observing his mannerisms. As he's talking to the tall, dark stranger, his fingers fiddle with the hem of his shirt, then move down it his belt loop. When I look back up to his face he looks disheveled and distracted; anxious even. He isn't looking at his friend when he speaks; instead he is focused on something behind him. I follow his eyes and see that he is staring at a girl, a very beautiful girl. Her long black hair cascades down her shoulder in the most innocent way, but the look on her face gives off her true intentions. She is giving Eric the most alluring smirk. Suddenly, my body fills with jealousy. What the fuck? Stop Scarlett. I walk out of the kitchen and into the next room as fast as I can. There is no way I'm going to start a friendship with him after that. I've felt that before and I know what it leads too.