Page 54 of Undone

She threw up her hands. “Fine. I’ll bring the margarita mix to you. It’s time for a break-up party. No one throws them better than me.”

“I’m sorry for the things I said the other day. I love you, Dev.”

“I know.” She moved to hug me tight, “We’ve always been together Luce. I taught you how to roller skate, remember?”

“And I taught you how to shake that ass,” I giggled.

“You did. I love Rog. Utterly. Completely, it was unplanned…unscripted. But I’m not leaving you behind. Not ever.”

“Thanks. I needed to hear that. The house has been quiet without you and him banging above my head.”

“No one hears me scream in the woods but the bears.”

“That’ll scare them away.”

She smacked my arm and walked me back to my class. I’ll be all right. Smith wasn’t the first to take a wrecking ball to my heart and he probably won’t be the last, despite everything in me that thought my days of sleeping alone were over. But it’s not the first time my instincts were off. I just wished more than anything, I knew why.

“…. never mind I’ll find someone like you—” I belted out hideously, dancing in circles while sipping my frozen strawberry margarita through a penis straw. That’s one of the perks of being a bridesmaid as many times as me.

Leftover penis straws.

I have them in all colors of the rainbow.

“Did you know Adele wrote the entire album to help herself get over someone?”

Dev nodded singing along… “…but then she met her baby daddy. See? It worked out for her. She sang her heartache out—you’re painting yours out. It’ll be fine!” She yelled over the blaring music.

From somewhere I hear a series of thuds. Shrugging, I ignored it and kept singing.

“Someone is pounding on your door.”

“What?!”

“I said… SOMEONE IS POUNDING ON YOUR DOOR!”

I heard her the first time but couldn’t process the words. Leaving the music on high, I crossed the floor and flung the door open without checking who it was. I live at the end of a dirt driveway with nothing but acres of state-owned woods for neighbors. Someone was lost.

My head snapped back as if he slapped me. “This is a break-up party and you’re not invited.” I moved to slam the door in his face, but Federico was faster. The tip of his boot, then a knee, prevented me from slamming it.

“Don’t do this to yourself.”

“Screw you. It was my idea. MINE!” I yelled, “To give you this!” My finger pressed on the VP patch freshly sewn into the fabric of his leather cut.

He entered my apartment and pulled the plug from my wireless speaker.

“Is that true?”

“Yeah, I put the idea in his head. He said he needed a VP and I said he’d be an idiot not to pick you.”

He walked to the breakfast counter that separated my kitchen from the living space and picked up my blender still half full of frozen margarita mix. “You used good tequila,” he grinned after drinking half. “What’s up with the straws?”

“I’ll show you.”

I took mine out and snapped the dick right off.

“Madre de dios!”He muttered, cupping his balls with a hand.

“You owe me,” I stalked toward him. “Spill. What in the hell is going on?”

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