Once Upon A Storm (EDITING)

2 - Sexy Strangers

Vanessa 🌻

They say hate is the easiest emotion to develop, and I agree. I had been driving around town for fifteen minutes now, thinking of all the con's of my past relationship with Sam.

Then a hatred I never knew I had crept right into my heart, and suddenly I almost hated the guy. I mean, sure, I still love him and whenever I think of the good times we had it makes me sigh and wonder where the fuck we screwed it up for ourselves.

I can answer that question.

It was now a love hate relationship between us- but apparently I'm the only one carrying the hatred. Now I'm not a fucking idiot, I know Sam still loves me but I don't know if I love him as much as I use to.

After he cheated on me a month ago, I tried to stop loving him, but of course there still remained that tragic little bit of love that every girl surely had for an ex boyfriend who she's broken up with. The scary thing is that I could fall for him again, as much as I say I won't, it's a possibility because after all... even if hate is easier to develop than love- you can fall in love as fast as you fall to the ground after slipping on a damn banana peel.

I run a hand through my damp hair and push open the glass door to a small diner that was a little far from the busy part of town.

I don't even know how I ended up here. I was lost in my thoughts when I found myself stopping in the parking lot.

Ignoring the stares I was getting from the few people sitting at tables eating their meals, I make my way into the ladies room to fix myself up. I refuse to sit at a table looking like shit. I lock the main door after making sure that no one was in here and stalk over to the large mirror on the wall above the row of sinks.

One glance and I almost shrieked. I look like shit!

Well at least my face does.

Sighing, I take my time in fixing my make up and hair. It took me ten minutes before I looked semi fine, and was satisfied.

Why should I give a damn anyway

"You're brave." I whispered to myself, leaning forward and staring myself in the eyes. "You smell good and you're fucking beautiful. Don't let assholes put you down." I smirked and pulled away from the mirror.

It's a chant me and my best friend Kelly made up when we're younger.

As a kid I was always so shy and fucking awkward. I was always hiding under baggy clothes and these stupid hats, until one day I looked at myself in the mirror and I seen beauty.

After that day I wore whatever I wanted and I was confident with the way I looked. I didn't feel the need to hide underneath baggy jeans, and oversized T-shirts. I felt great about myself, and honestly that was the day I felt true self love.

What they say is true, loving yourself makes you happy. And not in the over exaggerated way. I wasn't full of myself, but I knew I was blessed in my own way.

Leaning down, I strap my heels on, and pop a piece of peppermint gum into my mouth before swinging my bag over my shoulder and strutting out with confidence radiating off of me.

My heels clicked against the wooden floor as I made my way over to the bar, taking a seat on one of the stools. A waitress stood behind the bar, holding a notepad in her hand.

"What can I get you miss?" She smiles politely.

"Vanilla shake, double the ice cream, please." Was my reply. My obsession with Vanilla was not healthy, and even I knew it.