Jessies Life //hs

Chapter two

Edited

I went upstairs to get ready with a burning feeling of anger. The feeling of sadness long left my system after I stopped crying. I started thinking about the signs of him cheating. I was raking my brain trying to find hints or clues on him cheating and kept coming across little things that I remember.

One night, he came home late and stripped his clothes before getting in bed, the next morning I went to pick up his clothes to put in the washer and a pair of lingerie fell out it was the same pair that I had so I figured it was just stuck to his clothes. That is until I asked him about it and he got really nervous and kept stumbling over his words for an answer. That was four months ago.

I started wondering how long this had been going on, relating different moments of nervousness that Graham had shown and connecting the pieces together. How could I be so naïve? I wanted to make Graham feel guilty about what he had done. I wanted to make him regret ever cheating on me. So with all the adrenaline and anger pumping through my body I got ready to go on a date with Graham. I got dressed casually in a black and white striped oversized sweater, black flats, my favorite big tan bag and pulled my hair out of my face into a bun. As soon as I was done swiping on some mascara, the doorbell rang.

" Show time baby." I whispered to myself. I plastered on the best fake smile I could and double checked the mirror to make sure I had gotten all the evidence that I was crying out of my face. I ran down to the door to greet Graham pulling him into a hug. "Excited are we?" he teased.

"If only you knew" I smirked wickedly after he turned away.

On the car ride to the restaurant I decided to have a little fun with my new found knowledge about Miranda. Since I had seen the caller ID I knew what she looked like. Over dyed and over fried medium length blonde hair, nose ring, tan like a sun goddess and big tits. Why the hell was she so pretty?

Besides her wannabe Barbie hair obviously. I turned the radio down and cleared my throat. "so" I started "I met this really nice girl named Miranda at the supermarket a couple days ago." I could already see him fidgeting in his seat, this was going to be great.

" oh yeah?" he said.
"What did she look like?" he dared to ask. I should be an actor. I'm really good at pretending I'm not dying to throw him out the car and run over him. Twice.

"Well, she was hideously blonde, super tan, and had really big boobs. I asked her where I could get mine done and she said hers are totally fake."

what? why not make him hate her too? "She also says she spray tans and has a boyfriend named Graham. Which is weird because I mean, how many people have that name right?" I quizzed.

"Yeah babe. That sure is weird" he said getting noticeably sweaty.
The rest of the car ride was silent. When we pulled up to the restaurant I got myself out before Graham could even think about opening my door. Once he got himself out I offered him my hand which he took. I felt sick even touching him and I almost yanked my hand away but didn't. He led me inside to the counter and asked for a booth in the back with not a lot of people. I interrupted

"Oh no! that's a hassle. We will sit with everyone else. Thank you " I said before smiling at the counter girl.

She then led us to a table in the middle of the restaurant where everyone could see us. Perfect.
About 15 minutes of awkward talking and me pretending to be ok while looking at the menu, the waitress came up. I looked up and almost spit the water I was drinking all over myself. I wanted to cry, yell, hit and embarrass Graham and that stupid blonde bimbo. "Omg hi Graham!" she had the nerve to say. "Oh.. Umm. Hi Miranda how are you?" I wanted to scream at him right there .

"Well better since I get to wait on you. " She said with a slutty wink. I scoffed at her desperation and she glared at me. God one minute and I already hate this girl.

"Why didn't you answer my call today? I mean you texted me but that's it." Graham spit his water back into his cup choking. Now its my turn.

"Yeah Graham, why didn't you answer your phone? Oh yeah! Maybe it's because you left it at your girlfriend's house where she could easily see it. " I rose my voice.

People were starting to stare and I didn't care if I looked like a crazy bitch. " Maybe next time, don't leave your phone at my house. But that wont be a problem because we are done. So you can go screw you wannabe Barbie bitch all you want because I'm done with you."
And with that I picked up both the waters and poured one over Grahams head, and one over the skanks. I ran out the door with Graham yelling after me that he could explain. He caught up and wrapped his arm around my elbow turning me around. when I could see him I slapped him as hard as I could. "Don't ever touch me again!" I screamed, tears clouding my vision. I pulled my arm out of his grip and started running away.
" You'll come back, they always do!" Said Graham.

I found the nearest bus stop and rode home. Once I got in I locked all the doors and took the spare key out from under the little garden knomes hat. ( What? I'm not that stupid to put it under the matt).

I ran upstairs to my soon to be ex bedroom. I layed down on the bed and started sobbing. Im so done with Idaho. Look out London, here I come.

AN

Just edited and it's way better. I'm going to start writing again :)
love cassidy