Chapter Two
Yeah Right, I Wish
Don't ask what happened.
Just don't ask.
Okay. Let's just skip the rest of the day and press fast forward and let's just go to the part where a lot of conversation happens, alright?
So, I came home at five in the evening. I unlocked the door to our apartment and found my roommate Haley sitting on the couch with a Chinese take-out.
Haley shifted her eyes from the TV screen which sounded like The Expendables to me. "So, what did he made you do this time?"
"Did you order me anything?" I asked as I dropped my keys on the counter.
"It's right over there by the stove," she pointed. "And you ignored my question."
I grabbed the take-out and sat beside her on the black leather couch and opened the rice box. I took my first spoonful and faced Haley who wore a blank look on her face as she waited for me to speak.
"He played video games."
Haley's eyes widen in disbelief. "Oh no he didn't."
I nodded in affirmation. "He did."
She made a pitiful look. "Why do you punish yourself?"
"I just can't let go of him, you know?" I said exasperatingly.
"Why?" Haley said in a much more frustrating tone.
It made me think.
She's right.
Why, Ava? Why?!
"Well," I said thoughtfully. "I don't want to end up alone forever."
"Oh. I get it. You'd rather have the lamest Valentine's Day in the history of Valentine's Days than let cupid struck you another arrow and finally hit the man of your dreams."
I groaned. "If cupid would just struck Jason Statham for me," I said as I watched him assassinate Monroe's felons.
Yeah, right. As if cupid would give me an actor for a boyfriend.
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