a-z of finlay macmillan

b

bitter / bliss

bitter :

It was the night I had been dreading most. I already had the ticket, and my name was already on the list. I knew I had no choice, I had to go.

My high school reunion. Granted, I'll be able to reconnect with some old friends, and maybe right some wrongs I left unfinished in those four years, but there's one thing I'm dreading.

Seeing him.

Seeing him, with that new girlfriend of his. The one he broke my heart with. The one he slept with when I was away on a business trip.

Seeing him would make my blood boil, and chest contract into heartbreak. I didn't want to see him, but it was inevitable, I knew he was going. And since he's going, I know she'll be attending the occasion as well.

I got ready, curling my hair like it used to be in senior year, the way he liked it. I did my makeup, winged my eyeliner, and glossed my lips up with the bright red lipstick I also used heavily in high school.

I slipped on the dress, the red one to show off my school's colors, and doused my body in the same perfume I used 10 years ago.

I was ready. I slipped on my black heels, and walked out.

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I made my way to the table assigned for me. As I walked around the table, trying to find my name card, I found it. My heart sank as I looked at the one next to mine, looking to see I would be seated next to for the evening.

" Finlay Macmillan "

I looked over, seeing if his girlfriend's name was placed on the plate next to his, but it wasn't.

It was some guy he was acquainted with. My brows knotted together in confusion, but I shook it off, maybe it not meaning anything.

I sat down, me being the first at the table, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and started to scroll through my social media.

As time passed, people started to come at a more rapid pace. Soon, people started filling up the table, my best friend Lindsay joining me in the seat next to me.

I hugged the people at my table, some friends, some people I casually saw in the hallway.

Everyone then took their seat, all but one.

The seat next to mine was still empty. Then I remembered, it was like him to be late to events, and I knew he would show up in the next couple minutes.

Conversation quickly took up the table, myself getting wrapped up in the causal chitchat. As the conversation grew, my vision snapped up, seeing a head full of curls walk towards the table.

It was him.

He greeted himself, touching the backs of his fellow classmates. He then saw the seat that was open. He saw that it was next to me, and his eyes rolled practically in the back of his head.

I rolled my eyes at the sight, and I continued in the conversation I was having with Lindsay and a man named Greg that was in my history class for a day in year 11.

Fin and I were the typical, " high school sweethearts ", and now we were the bitterest of exes known to man.

But, even though I was bitter to what happened, I still had many feelings for him. We dated from the first to last year of high school.

He was the only real boyfriend I had, and I never moved on.

I felt his eyes on me, his gaze burning into me, as if he was shooting fire from his orbs. I looked at him, to see what I was feeling, was a reality.