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Determined to report the great Mr. Donovan for being a fraud later, I refresh my inbox.
I haven’t received a celebratory birthday email, text, or call all day. Well, excluding the “free glass of wine!” and “birthday beer” offers from bars I’m no longer allowed to visit.
I’m not sure why I expect something different every year; I’m a masochist when it comes to getting my hopes up.
When I unlock my door, the worst ex-boyfriend in history—Charles Ellington III— is sitting at my desk.
“How the hell did you get in here?” I say.
“Happy Birthday to youuuuu!” He lights a sparkling candle atop a pink cupcake. “Happy Birthday to youuuu!”
“I’m shocked you even remembered my birthday.”
“Of course I did.” He smiles. “You’re very hard to forget.”
“Kind of like how you forgotnotto cheat on me?”
“There’s no need to dwell on the past,” he says, handing me a fork. “You shouldn’t waste your big day on negativity.”
“In that case, you should probably leave.” I blow out the candle. “You know guys aren’t allowed up here.”
“In a minute.” He sets a gift box on my desk. “I bought you something special.”
I’m tempted to tell him I’ll open it later, but there’s no point in making my birthday any shittier. I slip a finger under the ribbon and pull it until the bow unravels.
My “something special” is his favorite brand of strawberry bubble gum and a pack of condoms.
“So, I’m thinking…” He wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Since I was your first, and you’re currently single, I should give you a fun and fruity birthday ride on this dick.”
“I’ll pass, thanks.”
“What if you give me a belated birthday blowjob, then?”
“Can you leave, please?” I groan, regretting my decision to waste my virginity on him.
“Oh, I get it,” he says. “You think you’re too good for us high school guys and you’re saving yourself for the college men.”
“No, I’m just not interested in being withyou.”
“Fine.” He takes back my gift and storms out of the room.
Grateful he’s gone, I lock the door and fall onto the bed.
When I recheck my phone, my mother finally left me a voicemail.
“Genevieve Anastasia Nicole Edwards…” She seethes. “I cannot believe that Principal Peterson had to interrupt our event with an email about your behavior.”
“Terrible behavior.” My father groans in the background.
“These are the things that make people talk,” my mother continues, “and that’s the last thing we need right now. You’ve attended that school since sixth grade, and I don’t understand why you’re using your final years to act like this.”
“We better not receive any news between now and when you come home for the holiday break. Call us back whenever you’re ready to formally apologize.”
Beep!
Happy birthday to me.
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