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Chapter1
Amber
Crash!
My phone violently hits the tiled floor of my apartment and the sound of the impact cuts through the dull atmosphere. The cost of the phone no longer matters as much as it did three months ago. What truly matters now is the image it displayed to trigger such a response.
Ryan's head resting on the breasts of the woman he cheated with. It’s infuriating, the audacity he has to post that picture! When the one before is the photo I took of him on our last date. I can still taste the cream of the strawberry cheesecake we’d ordered to share, I can still remember the feel of his mouth as he kissed a smudge off mine.
Not that I should be surprised. The bastard had the audacity to lie to me, to cheat on me, to break my heart…along with the countless other promises he made.
"You know, I remember when we used to care about our phones," Ginger interjects, her voice pulling me out of my heated reminiscing.
I glance over as she gracefully makes her way to the phone lying pathetically on the floor. Her slender fingers cradle the piece of technology gently.
"Lucky for you, it's still intact," she remarks with a raised brow. She flops down on the armchair beside the couch I’m curled up on, still holding my phone.
"He posted a picture with her." I blink rapidly, fighting the tears welling in my eyes.
Ryan’s reveling in his newfound hookup. I, however, have been entertaining my sofa more than men. To still be hung up on him this long after the breakup feels pathetic. It is pathetic.
"So what? She probably looks trashy," Ginger scoffs, her fingers tapping the screen of my phone. "Wow, her boobs look amazing." She clamps her lips shut, flushing a little. "She still looks trashy," she states sheepishly, slowly placing my phone by my feet on the sofa.
"Let's not lie, she’s gorgeous," I mumble, the sentence leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
"You’re not exactly lacking," Ginger points out.
I shrug. I know I’ve been called attractive. My girlfriends always gush over the bounce in my wavy, chestnut hair, and more than one guy has commented on my green eyes. Not that it made a difference.
All of that was apparently not enough to keep Ryan faithful. "He left our relationship for a fling we all know won't last," I mutter, feeling my chest ache. I bury myself further into the sofa and the thick blue blanket wrapped around me. “That’s not great for a girl’s self-esteem.”
"Okay, this is hard to watch." Ginger reaches out to her phone on the coffee table. Before I can fully realize her intentions, the sound of her dialing echoes through the room, leaving an audible ringing in its stead. "I'm calling the girls," she states emphatically.
"Ginger, no,” I say, shooting up in alarm. “That’s the last thing I feel like doing.”
Everyone else having fun. Me moping, then feeling bad for moping. Quickly followed by their pitiful glances.
I curl the blanket around my shoulders. “I don’t have the energy.”
"Then have something sweet," Ginger retorts, dragging her words as if the suggestion would miraculously cure my lack of energy.
A soft groan escapes me.
"We were just about to call you." Loud vocals ring through Ginger's phone. I recognize the irritating pitch as Annie's. "Layla got us invited to that new club downtown. We're on our way to you now." The excitement’s clear in her voice. No surprise there; Annie’s a party girl.
"Club Slade?" Ginger exclaims, her glossed lips slightly agape.
"Club Slade, bitches!" a smoother, equally enthusiastic voice replies. It's Layla's.
"Alright, I'll get Amber ready," Ginger says.
The conversation on the other end abruptly falls silent before Annie breaks the silence. "Is she really coming? I can't handle another pity party.” There’s the sound of someone hissing something. "What? I like her, but it's been a month. I'm not saying she should get over it, but she should at least spare us from it," Annie huffs.
I roll my eyes, my chapped lips curling up in distaste. Annie, my least favorite friend, has a way of pushing my buttons with her passive aggressive tendencies. At that moment, I can't help but be aware of all the reasons she irks me.
"I'm going," I blurt out, fueled by annoyance and frustration. It’s a thoughtless remark, but I mean it.
"Sure," Annie snickers, triggering the deepening of my frown.
