Page 26 of Cinderella Screwed Me Over
Then, I spotted him.
Making out with Tabitha Newton.
I didn’t know what to do; I’d never been in a relationship before. The two of them were sitting on Sherman’s open tailgate, feeling each other up, even though people were nearby. Tabitha pulled her mouth off Sherman’s to catch a breath. When she looked up, her eyes met mine. She flashed an evil grin before going in for round two.
You’d think I’d charge over there and yell or slap him or do something. Anything. Instead, I stood there frozen, watching my boyfriend—I’d thought he was my boyfriend, anyway—make out with the witch. My eyes burned as tears formed; a sharp pain shot through my chest.
“Did you find Sherman yet?” Gil, the nicest of my brothers’ friends, asked. He must’ve seen what I was staring at then, because he said, “Oh. Darby, I’m sorry.”
When Sherman and Tabitha broke apart again, Ross tapped Sherman on the shoulder and pointed at me. Sherman slowly stood and walked over.
“How could you?” I asked as a few tears escaped and ran down my cheeks.
“We never said we were exclusive,” Sherman said. “Did you think we were?”
“Of course I did.” I leaned in and whispered, “You were trying to get me to have sex with you. I wouldn’t do that with someone I thought was going to shove his tongue down Tabitha’s throat.”
Sherman shrugged. “What can I say? You snooze you lose.”
Gil grabbed my hand. “This guy’s a loser. You don’t need him.” He pulled me away from Sherman and the crowd that had gathered to watch the drama.
I just caught the sight of Devin approaching Sherman. He yelled something at him and shoved him, hard enough my boyfriend—er, ex-boyfriend—went down on his butt.
Then the guys and I were back in the truck headed home, me fighting tears and losing. The stupid thing was, even after all of that, I couldn’t stop wondering if Sherman would call and apologize so we could go back to the happy couple we used to be.
Time Wasted:Three months
Lessons Learned:
Tabitha Newton truly was the biggest witch in school.
Some guys are only about one thing.
Charming boys are dangerous.
Assuming does, in fact, make an ass out ofUandMe. But mostly just him.
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I answered the door and invited Jake inside. “I’ve got to throw on some jewelry, so have a seat, or look around or whatever.” I gripped his arm just below the elbow and said in my most serious voice, “No matter what you do, though, don’t look in the hall closet. That’s where I keep all my skeletons.”
I walked back to my bedroom, wondering how long it’d take him to open the closet. Last night when Jake and I had discussed when and where we were going to go on our half date, we’d found out that we both were planning on attending the same charity function. Nadine and I had worked on Mr. and Mrs. Hammond’s houses—that’s right, plural. Virginia Hammond had a soft spot for me and insisted I come to all her social events. She’d actually called the office yesterday afternoon to double-check I’d be attending the Hammond’s Children’s Hospital fund-raiser.
I stuck in my chandelier earrings and slipped into my purple stilettos. When I came out of the bedroom, Jake wasn’t looking in the closet; he was looking at the plant I had on the window ledge.
Jake poked one of the brown, crispy blades. “I like that you keep this plant, even though it’s dead.”
“It’s not dead. Malnourished maybe, but look at that leaf.” I pointed to the green one in the middle.
“Okay, so in the middle of all the brown, dried-up leaves, there’s a single struggling one.”
“As long as he’s still trying, I’ll keep watering him. When I occasionally remember to.” I turned my attention from the plant to Jake. A lot of guys wore suits a size or two too big, but his was tailored to his body, the black simple yet striking, and for a moment I forgot that I needed to make a point before we left. “By the way, my boss is going to be there tonight, so we need to keep things low-key.”
“Hmm. That’s going to mess with my plans to steal the microphone and sing karaoke for you. I was going to do a big dedication and everything.” One of Jake’s dark eyebrows cocked up. “How do you feel about Journey?”
My earrings rattled together as I shook my head. “Don’t make me regret this.”
“Meatloaf it is.”
