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Blue-Horned Devil
There’s something about your heart being broken that makes you want to strip everything that makes you, you…. and just say fuck it.
That’s why I chopped off all my long blonde hair and now don a sharp brunette bob that grazes my shoulders.
That’s why I threw out all my cutesy dresses in favor of black jeans, ribbed tank tops, lacy bras, and a dark leather jacket.
That’s why I dumped all my clear gloss for a bright red lipstick.
That’s why I got an IUD with the intention to fuck every single one of his friends.
Maybe even send him a little video of their cum dripping out of me. There won’t be a day that goes by where he won’t regret what he did to me. I’m going to make sure of that.
It’s been years since I’ve stepped in a club. Now I'm a nearly twenty-seven-year-old marketing executive that considers a late night watching movies at home. But some things never change. The weird clammy air that has a distant foul stench to it. The dirty floor that’s barely visible under the dark lights. The overwhelming loud bass that makes the songs almost impossible to distinguish.
I will never understand why people frequent these places, especially for a quick hook-up. Sipping my club soda, I watch for my target of the night. According to the status Keegan posted on my brother’s social media app, he’s been here for approximately thirty minutes. I bounce my knee on the stool, wondering if that’s enough time for him to find someone else and take her home.
When my phone vibrates for the fifth time, I pull my phone out of my back pocket with an eye roll.
Shrimp Dick Asshole
Where are you?
Jen, this isn’t funny. No one has seen you in days.
Come home, please.
Seriously Jen? You’re just going to ignore me? Real fucking mature.
I love you, please. I need you. I can’t be without you
I scrunch my nose at the last message and quickly turn off my phone before I have the urge to reply. He definitely can be without me enough to land his dick in my sister’s pussy, so he can fuck right off. The only two people I care to talk to right now know where to find me. It’s not like my sister has even bothered to reach out to me either.
“Clingy boyfriend?” the bartender asks, leaning on the counter towards me. He’s cute and has a boyish charm to him. If I wasn’t hellbent on my plan, I might even stay and flirt with him.
“Ex-fiancé. He cheated but somehow I’m the bitch for leaving him.”
The bartender shakes his head. “He probably realized that one-time fuck wasn’t worth everything he’s losing.”
I shrug, looking around again and smiling when I see the unmistakable shine of Keegan’s blue-tipped blonde hair.
“Yeah, well. That’s not my problem,” I tell the man, pushing off the bar without another word and making my way to the sole purpose I came out tonight.
Keegan’s dancing with a cute, petite redhead, their hips swaying perfectly to the music. I watch for a few seconds, mesmerized by how free they move and jealous that they’re so in rhythm with each other.
“Keegan,” I rasp as I step up to them. He glances up from where he’d been kissing down her neck and blinks at me, his eyes a little blurry in a drunken haze. His eyebrows furrow and he has a small frown.
He stops dancing and pushes the redhead away. She glares at me but skips off without another word.
“Do I know you? Something familiar about you,” he says. I'm surprised his words aren’t slurred. I hold back the sarcastic retort of asking if he remembers all the girls he’s fucked. It’s a joke I used with him often when he hung around Jared and me.
“We’ve seen each other around,” I tell him, stepping up and wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands grab my hips and press me closer.
“I don’t know how I could ever forget you, gorgeous,” he purrs into my ear, pushing a leg between mine to guide me into a slow dance. The way he takes command of my body gives me a rush of adrenaline and charges the air with a tension I can taste on my tongue.
“That’s because the first time we met, I rejected you. But you said if I ever changed my mind, you would be around,” I whisper into his ear.
After high school, something shifted in our relationship. During the first semester of college, Jared kept most of his fraternity life separate; choosing to conceal our relationship for months before my mother asked him why I hadn’t been at any of the events. He changed his tune real quick about hiding me. Looking back, I should have questioned it, but I had been too happy to have time to myself and not be draped over his arm like a prized cow.
