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“I’m sorry,” she murmured. I shrugged.
“Shit happens,” I said with a sigh.
“Well, to make you feel better, my ex dumped me on accident,” she said with a sheepish grin. I cocked an eyebrow at her.
“How the hell do you accidentally break up with someone?” I asked.
She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I witnessed him proposing to my ex best friend,” she said. I stared at her, a bit confused.
“Uh…what now?” I asked.
“He’d been having an affair behind my back with one of my friends. He said he was going out of town on business for the weekend, which sucked because it was our anniversary night. I was supposed to work that night, but was taken off the schedule. Decided to get out of the house and go to Mickey’s and low and behold, he was there with my best friend. Proposed to her right in front of me and the only thing he said to me was that he’d been meaning to tell me about their relationship and that we were done.”
She looked at me with glistening eyes and gave me a small smile. “And while he’s preparing to get married to his now pregnant fiancée, I’m forced to move on with my life and piece together my broken puzzle. He sued me for $10,000 for the damages I did to his stuff, I’m drowning in bills and was forced to get a roommate, now I’m stuck with being a phone sex operator right now because no one around here wants to hire me after what happened.” My heart broke for her as a few tears slid down her face. She quickly brushed them away and shrugged. “But whatever. Like you said, shit happens.
“Damn,” I said. Here I was thinking that my rejected proposal was the worst thing in the world, but I couldn’t even begin to imagine what that was like for her. Having someone you were supposed to be in a relationship with not only break up with you publicly, but to also propose to someone else in public? I took her hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”
She shyly pulled away, giving me a small smile. “Heartbreak is a part of life, it seems. All we can do is just roll with it,” she said, sadness lacing her voice.
“Maybe we’re more alike than we thought,” I said.
She slightly cocked her head to the side. “How so?”
“I proposed to my ex at her birthday party. She was a rich girl with a ton of equally rich, stuck up friends and family. Got on stage and proposed to her in front of everybody, but she said no. I'd never been so embarrassed in my entire life.”
“Man,” she said softly. “Did she ever tell you why at least?”
“Unfortunately,” I muttered, bitterness seeping into my heart. “Long story short, I wasn’t who she wanted me to be. Her dad owned this accounting firm or some shit and I didn’t want to do that kind of work. She claimed we had to accept that we were just pretending to ourselves to think our relationship would work when we came from two different income classes.”
“Wow, she sounds like a cunt,” Ashton said disapprovingly. “Maybe you’re better without her.”
I smirked at her. “Hell, you just said you’d want to meet the woman who could deal with my asshole self.”
“Well, I was kidding. But even you don’t deserve to go through that,” she said.
“Like I said, things happen and here I am. Now you have the coolest roommate on the planet,” I joked. She giggled and waved me off.
“Whatever. Looks like we’ve both had exes from hell then,” she noted.
I nodded. “If I were you, though, I would’ve slashed all his tires,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood. She looked at me, a small grin forming on her lips.
“Oh, I did much worse than that,” she said as she sat up a little taller.
“You did? What did you do, Wonder Woman?”
“So there was this construction site next to the bar, right? Someone left a few tools there, so I took a sledgehammer and smash the windows and the sides really good. Then I took a can of spray paint from Jared’s truck—”
“Who’s Jared?” I asked, glancing down at her legs again. My eyes widened when they slightly parted, exposing what I was sure was her bare pussy.
“Ava’s brother. You remember Ava, right? My friend? The blonde?” Ashton stated, breaking into my thoughts.
“Yeah,” I idly said.
“Anyway, took a can of spray paint and painted all kinds of bad words on it,” she said, proud of herself. “And then I went back to the house we shared, threw the mattress in the pool and burned the new sod we had put down in the lawn.”
“Why the mattress?”
“Because he probably slept with that slut on it,” she muttered, picking up her wine glass and taking a big gulp.
