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Seventy-Eight: ask my scumbag ex

Isabella's POV

Looking back at Lukas's car before going inside the diner, if felt the happiness I needed to forget about my problems with my best friend, his sister. I hit rock bottom over this and Lukas was my lifeline pulling me out of my pit of darkness. Just when I wanted to give up and throw in the towel, he was there. He was always there. He smiled at me, his grin telling me he couldn't wait to pick me up later, and quite frankly I couldn't either.

I deeply sighed before going in through the back entrance, reminding myself why I needed this bloody job even though I hated it. While shaking my head to get the thought of quitting out of my head I closed the door behind me and quickly went to the dressing room.

The worst part of this was the uniform and my boss, the sexist prick. "Hi Isabella. That ponytail suites you." Audrey who was also getting ready for the shift said. She was always in a good mood and I really think she enjoys working here as much as I hate it. I wouldn't be able to stand the amount of shifts she has taken at this place and still keep a smile pasted on my face like her.

"Thanks." I answered in a very awkward tone, not expecting the compliment. Does it really though, I feel like I look like an egg.

She was tying the laces of her skates while I unpacked my uniform, still thinking about a way to make the skirt appear less short. If only I could drop it down over my hips, but that was impossible as the fabric just didn't give in. "How was your weekend?" Audrey smiled my way.

I bit my lip at the thought. My weekend, you mean the worst days of my life apart from the moments in which Lukas tried to cheer me up? "Where do I start." I huffed.

"Saturday maybe?" Audrey chuckled and the stupidity of her question made me laugh as I shook my head, trying to squirm into the skirt.

"On Sunday, I had a fight with my best friend, she completely hates me now. So yeah, my weekend really sucked." I said, trying not to think about it too much. I didn't want to start this shift in tears.

"Auwtch. I'm sure she'll forgive you." Audrey said as she got off the bench, and up on her feet, well skates.

"Then you don't know Mia yet. I have never seen her so mad." I said, pulling my T-shirt over my head to get into the hideous blouse with a serious lack of buttons. Urrgh. I was getting frustrated as I couldn't get the few buttons on the damn thing to come lose.

Audrey noticed my struggle and rolled towards me, taking the blouse from my hands. "Relax Bella, If she doesn't forgive you, no matter what you did, she was never really a great friend." She said, opening the buttons one by one like it was nothing as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Here."

I took the blouse from her with a smile. She was one of the few nice people around campus. "Thanks." I said before quickly sliding the sleeves over my arms. "Well, some things are unforgivable, don't you think. Like not telling her, her boyfriend was cheating on her?" I said, like I needed someone to tell me it was indeed unforgivable. That I was the bad guy in this story.

Audrey shook her head, a smirk on her face. "Bella." She said putting her hands on my shoulders. "She would have always been angry with you, no matter how long you knew about it. You're the one telling her her relationship was a lie, whether it was for one night or a few weeks. How was she supposed to take it. Eventually, she'll see that you're not the one who broke her heart but her asshole of a boyfriend. It just takes time." She smiled. "Trust me, I was a Mia once." She said, the look in her eyes like the wound was still fresh.

"How can anyone cheat on you?" I frowned at her while buttoning my shirt and tucking it into my skirt. She's perfect, who would be dumb enough to do such a thing.