Getting Over Matt

Chapter 3: When it's Friday

Chapter  three

Sandra stared at the television as 'The Simpsons' played on the screen. It's 1:00am and she still couldn't sleep. She's thinking about that crazy guy. She was bothered about the fact that she couldn't remember almost everything that happened during that night at the Imperial Club. She had been drunk a couple of times in her life but it never really got to the point where she forgot things and made out with some random jerk. But if she did kiss that lunatic, what else could she have done that night?

'I think it's time for some smoooochiingg...'  Homer Simpson's voice echoed from the television.

Sandra let out a disgusted breath and switched the TV off.

"We didn't kiss!"

She looked at her phone. No missed calls. No texts. Good. She'll forget about that guy, move on with her life and rest assured she's never going to see him again. She dropped on her stomach flat on her bed, face down, and closed her eyes. She saw Matt's face. She's missing him again. It hurt.

Suddenly the door opened.

Sandra was yanked out of misery.

"Gosh, when will you learn how to knock!" she complained as Anna walked in and shut the door behind.

"After you learn how to make use of your lock, I guess?" Anna said. "I'm going out, aren't you coming?"

Sandra shook her head. She's not going out again; she's not going to get herself drunk, hook up with a psycho, and forget everything that happened again.

Anna rolled her eyes. "Just as I thought...I wonder what 'Sandra Parker' meant in the book of names – probably something BORING."

"Well I'm sorry if my social life isn't as exciting as yours but maybe we just have an entirely different view of what FUN means!" Sandra reasoned out, feeling irritated.

"Yeah and yours meant watching the television at 1:00am alone?"

"You got it."

Anna raised her hands. "I give up!"

She walked to Sandra's basket of unwashed clothes and took out her black tube with the B*TCH word on it and her skirt that Sandra borrowed when they went to the Imperial club. "I can't believe you still have these in your basket! Now I'm gonna have to send them to the laundry."

"I'm sorry I didn't have the time," Sandra said then buried her face in the pillow.

"Of course, you're too busy feeling bad for yourself."

"Did you come here to invite me out or to start a fight?" Sandra asked. That just hit her.

Anna sighed. "I'm sorry...it's just that, we used to have fun together until Matt came and took most of your time, and now that he's gone it pisses me off that he still has it all. I don't know why you're still letting him run your life when he's not even there anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Tell me, how many good times have you missed because he asked you to skip them? You missed my 22nd birthday party because you had to help him with his thesis-"

"Gosh, Anna give it a rest, that was 3 years ago!"

"Still...and remember when you wanted to work in Boston? He asked you not to because he doesn't want to be the one left behind, he also discouraged you from taking voice lessons saying it's a waste of money—so he wasted your talent instead...I can go on if you want me to."

"Look, I made the choices-"

"Based on his opinions," Anna said as a matter-of-factly.

Sandra couldn't say a word. Maybe because she's too tired to argue or Anna was just right. It made her feel terribly bad. It was the truth in her face. The truth that Matt called most of the shots and that she gave up most of the things she loved because she loved him more...but still that didn't keep him from falling out of love.