Too Late

Hate

Debbie: Can we talk, please?

The message from Debbie is still on my phone because technically I haven't read it yet, this is the third message she's sent today and I've avoided them all. I was dead serious when I said if she broke up with me that I was done with her and I'm keeping my word. I don't care how long we've been together or how long she's been my best friend, she broke up with me and I am moving on, it might've taken some time but I've finally started dating again and I'm finally happy. I don't need her and her games because I know she's going to be begging for us to get back together and that's not going to happen, not after two months of me trying to mend the heart she broke. Definitely not after four months of the non-stop drinking and partying to purge her from my mind and not after the many many hook-ups that led me down a spiralling path that almost cost me my scholarship and sanity. No, I've finally rid her from my thoughts and I would like to keep it this way.

Lisa gets in the car and gives me a kiss on the cheek, "Hey, you okay?"

Lisa was one of Debbie's good friend, but after we broke up she made her feelings for me known, and we've been dating since. I know it must have shattered Debbie's heart to know I about us but I don't really care about her feelings enough to spare them.

"Just Debbie she sent me a message," I show her and she frowns, "she wants to talk."

She takes off her sweater and sweeps her hair back with her fingers. "About?"

I drop the phone in my lap and start the engine, "No idea, she didn't say."

"Well don't, if I know her she's just jealous that you're happy and just wants you back." With furrowed brows she's picks up the phone and reads through the messages, "Probably wants to make your life a living hell all over again."

I nod, even though I don't fully agree. Looking back, Debbie has never had jealousy issues. The person Lisa is describing sounds a lot like me. But what could she want to talk to me about, I don't want to care but I do, especially since I haven't seen her at school in three weeks. The feelings start to bubble in my chest but I shut it down fast.

"Well I won't know because I'm not interested in talking to her."

"Good." She places her hand on mine. "You're over her. Happily moved on."

My chest warms and I ignore it, "That I am."

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