Page 1 of Mr. Wrong
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Ellenore
As far as break-ups go,it was pretty anti-climactic.
No screaming.
No crying.
No throwing personal belongings out the window.
No shocking confessions.
Well—maybe one, but to tell the truth, it wasn’t all that shocking.
Look, Elle—I’m sorry, but I’m going to New York alone.
I wish I could say I was surprised. That I’d been blindsided. That I never saw it coming but the truth is, it’d been brewing for a while, for both of us.
What surprised the hell out of me was the text I got late last night while I was camped out on Dani’s couch and mentally going over my to-do list for the next day.
Derek: I miss you.
Derek:I mean it, Elle
I really miss you.
Derek: Please say
something.
I can’t decide if I’m feeling pissed about the fact that Derek yanked the rug out from under me nearly three months ago and still feels like it’s perfectly acceptable to hit me with a 2AMI miss youtext or smug over the fact that he sent it in the first place.
In the end, I ignored it because I didn’t know how I felt about it. I didn’t even tell Dani.
“Are you going to cry?”
I look up from my drink and give my bestie a glare. “What?” I shake my head at her, half amused, half annoyed. “What’s to cry about?”
“I dunno…” Dani swirls the cherry in her glass through a deep puddle of booze before pulling it out and popping it in her mouth. “Maybe the fact that your boyfriend of five years dumped you and is currently living your New York dream life and probably boning a super model.”
“It was mutual.” God knows I love her, but annoyance is winning out over amusement. “It was a mutual dumping—and he isn’t boning anyone.” Derek neverboned.
At least he neverbonedme.
“Uh huh.” She rolls the fruit from one cheek to the other, biting into it mid-roll. “A couple months ago, you said he was the perfect guy. Mr. Right.”
She’s right. I did say that and it’s true.
Derek is Mr. Right.
Tall and good-looking.
College educated and intelligent.
Gainfully employed and emotionally stable.
My parents adored him.
