The first part of the week went fairly quickly for
me with school as my year was ending and there were just a few
assignments and loose ends I needed to tie up. I remember how for the
few years after high school I didn’t know what I wanted
to do with my life. It seemed like everyone else around me had all
these plans and their lives sorted out. Finally last year I decided I
want to work as a law clerk/paralegal. My family was disappointed in me.
They couldn’t understand why I would want to be
“just” a clerk when I could be a lawyer. Perhaps someday in the future I
would change my mind but for now I was happy with my decision. Luckily
for me, I was able to get into a program last September. I would be
starting my last year after summer ended and
I couldn’t be happier.
Even luckier for me was the fact that the girl that
Tara and Chelsea were sharing the apartment with was dropping out of
school (lucky for me, not so much her) so they needed a new roommate.
Aside from the few months I lived with my friends
who were married, I had lived at home. I was scared I was missing out
on the college experience though so my parents agreed to help me with my
rent while I was in school. I think they were just happy I wasn’t
planning on staying at Chester’s for ever.
Tara and Chelsea each had one year left on their
programs as well, although theirs were 4 years in total but they had
started before me. Tara was taking human resources and Chelsea was
taking marketing. With the three of us in school it
could sometimes get hectic and stressful, especially around exam time
but it was a blast living with them.
On Sunday night, I hadn’t wanted to come across as
too eager with Brandon so I quickly sent him a text saying I just got
off work and was going to bed. However since Monday morning, we had been
texting non-stop. I was scared he was going
to get in trouble at work for being on the phone so much, but when I
mentioned it to him, he laughed.
Brandon: Did you ever look at the business card I gave you Alya?
I replied that I hadn’t and went to find the clutch
that I had used on Saturday, and fished the card out. On the front was
the letter SPR embossed with some graphic behind it and through the
middle was blank line stating “Sullivan Public
Relations”. In the corner it had his name, with the word “Owner” under
it.
What the hell? This guy owned his own company? How
did I not know that? How old was this guy? I suddenly realized there was
a lot more I didn’t know, than what I did. I picked up my phone and
texted back.
Alya: What? You have your own company? How did I not know this?
Brandon: I guess it never came up. I don’t know where you work either.
So this guy owned his own company? I wasn’t going
to tell him I was a bartender! I know it’s nothing to be ashamed of but
still! I quickly changed the subject.
Alya: Umm so awkward but how old are you exactly?
Brandon: 29…is that a problem?
I swallowed. No wonder Brandon seemed so much older
than the normal crowd I hung out with. I guess this explained why he
had such a nice condo. I was only 22, turning 23 in September.
Alya: Umm well I guess it depends on if you have an issue with me being 22
Brandon: What guy in his right mind wouldn’t enjoy a hot younger babe on his arm?
Finally right as we were saying good night he asked
me again when he could see me. I had to work on Wednesday and then I
promised my brother I’d baby sit on Thursday. We decided on
drinks Friday night.
Wednesday night I ended up getting off of work a
bit early. Because I am still training behind the bar, and it was so
slow, the manager decided there was no need for me to hang around.
Normally I hate losing any hours but soon I would be
working full time for the summer and hopefully pulling a lot more tips
working behind the bar so money wouldn’t be an issue.
As I walked in the apartment, Chelsea yelled “OMG
Alya!! I have sooo much to tell you. You aren’t going to believe this!”
Now had that come from Tara I would have taken my time to change and
wash my face because everything was a big deal
to Tara. She wasn’t really overly dramatic but she just couldn’t keep
anything in. However, when Chelsea says it’s big you better be prepared.
“So” she started, “you know when we were at the bar
the other night and you whispered to me that you didn’t know why Peter
was acting so horrible? Well even more so than he has before, I mean. I
found out why!!”
“Ok…” I responded, not really sure what she was
going to say and to be honest not really sure I even cared. Sure the
breakup hurt me but his actions the other night just pissed me off. He
broke up with me, so why was he attacking me. Still,
I am just human so I was slightly curious.
“I ran into Mike at Starbucks this afternoon and I
went off on him, telling him he needed to tell Peter to stay the hell
away from you. Mike agreed that Peter coming at you was so wrong but
that he likely did it because he was so embarrassed.”
Chelsea continued. Mike is one of Peter’s best friends, one who I
actually thought was a decent guy, however I had no plans on us
remaining friends now.
“Uh, who cares? Peter is embarrassed because the
girl who he dumped was out and talking to another guy and not home
crying over him? Wahhhh too bad” I rolled my eyes.
“No!!” Chelsea smiled, I asked Mike to explain and
he filled me in. Peter was embarrassed because apparently the whole
reason he dumped you was because some hot chick was paying attention to
him a few weeks ago at some gaming convention.
She was all dressed up in some costume and all the guys were lusting
over her. I guess he had one of those ‘the grass is greener’ on the
other side moments and he figured if he was single that he had a chance
with her.”
“So essentially he dumped me for a chick who’s hot?
Yeah sorry but this isn’t making me feel better, Chels.” I slumped into
the chair with my insecurities surfacing.
“My story isn’t done Alya!” Chelsea raised her eyebrows at me. “Shall I continue?”
“Sure” I muttered, wondering why one of my best friends was so excited while dragging me down.
“Well apparently, Peter added this girl to facebook
and has been posting all these things on her wall and they have been
flirting back and forth. So early Saturday afternoon Peter decided to
drive to whatever town the convention was in
next—sorry I forget where they said.” Chelsea started naming off
different places, frowning as she said each one.
“CHELSEA!! Would you just finish this so I can try and understand why you are telling me in the first place!” I demanded.
Chelsea paused, then grinned. “Apparently this
gamer chick flirts with everyone. It a part of her job. The whole
facebook page is her persona not her personal page. Peter showed up with
flowers and asked her out. She told him she wasn’t
interested but he persisted. He told her he dumped his girlfriend and
would love nothing more than to take her out. I guess she looked at him
and laughed right in his face. She told him he was an idiot and to stop
playing games and grow up. Best of all….all
this happened in front of a huge crowd. I guess he was pretty
embarrassed. He tried to play it off like it was just a dare and he knew
she was only a character. Everyone could see through him though, so he
left as soon as he could.”
I took a moment to take that all in. First I was
hurt and upset that he could throw away two years just based on some
random chick giving him attention. Then I realized how much of a joke
our relationship must have become. How he pretended
he was some God and he was trying to let me down easily, saying he
didn’t love me anymore. Ha! The whole time it was just a ploy to get out
of our relationship so he could bang some gaming bimbo.
I suddenly smiled as I shook my head and realized
just what a favour he had done for me. Now I was truly free without any
lingering doubts.
“Apparently Peter saw our facebook pictures,
tagging us at the bar that night. He told everyone he was going to go
win you back. That you would come running back to him and that he was
only playing with the other chick” Chelsea repeated.
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