"Yes sir."
"You know I hate when you call me that."
"Do you? Cause I think you really enjoy it."
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Emelia Wilder is a twenty-five-year-old grad student finishing up her last year of school. Her attractive, smart, successful, but unpleasant pro...
"How was last night?" Abby asked first thing in the morning, wiggling her eyebrows.
I yawned, stretching as I entered the kitchen. "It was good. Did you see the pasta in the fridge?"
"I did." She grinned brightly. "Now come on, stop avoiding the steamy details!"
"I'm not!" I laughed. "Nothing steamy happened, we just talked and ate dinner." It technically wasn't a lie... except for the short makeout I wasn't about to discuss.
"Whatever." She scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Whatever." I mimicked her, shaking my head. "If something really juicy happened I would tell you." I ran my hand over the stack of mail and lifted up an envelope addressed to me. I sighed when I saw my high school as the sender.
I carefully opened the envelope and removed what looked like an invitation. Please no.
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I groaned loudly, catching Abby's attention. She peered over my shoulder and squealed. "Reunion! You should go!"
"No way!" I stuck out my tongue, tossing it to the side. I quickly checked my alumni facebook page to see everyone already posting about how they were so excited for a stupid bonfire party. I shook my head at all of the fake people until I found one name that made me stop.
Ben Kilner.
My ex boyfriend. My first boyfriend actually. His post was a thumbs up emoji and he had tagged another girl. Curiosity getting the better of me, I clicked on the name and a busty blonde girl popped onto my screen. My face wrinkled and I closed the app. He of all people did not deserve a model for a girlfriend. He didn't deserve any girlfriend after he broke my heart.
"There's really no way I'm going." I said again.
"Come on, she's not that pretty." Abby sounded, still watching from behind me.
"It's not about that!" I lied.
"Bullshit." She coughed.
"Well I'm definitely not going alone Abby! That is social suicide, and I don't even like these people anymore."
"Why don't you ask Dr. Clarke." She interjected as she sipped her coffee. I turned to shoot her a glare. "I'm serious! You think he'd say no?"
"Even if he didn't say no, why would I ask him?"
"Um because he's hot and successful, and you could throw that in your high school's face. Plus, I bet he'd enjoy seeing you two nights in a row." She winked.
I shook my head again. "You're insane, I can't ask him."
"Fine, don't ask him. But you should go, I don't want you to regret not going. I also don't want you to regret not taking this one opportunity you have to one-up your ex."
