That Boy

“What do you want? Some big confrontation? You screaming, or crying, or making a fool of yourself, while he sits there with that eat shit grin of his, ogling his big boobed date? Who, I might add, has the reputation of being the biggest slut in the whole fricken county.”

I throw my full cup of beer down on the ground in frustration, stomp my foot and say, “No! That is not what I want.”

Shit.

I need to think.

“I'm go

“Good, lets go,” he says, following me.

“I thought you wanted to hang out with Megan tonight. And it's not fair for me to mess up your plans just because my boyfriend is a jerk. Well, ex-boyfriend, I guess.”

Phillip grabs my hands again and says in that smooth adorable voice of his, “Princess, there's no one I'd rather hang out with more than you. You know that.”

I look at him and feel warm inside. He really is the sweetest friend.

And I really don't know how to deal with all of this, so I'm not even sure what I should tell him.

I need to think.

“Um, I'm just go

Phillip looks at me like he's not sure he believes me.

“Just give me 15 minutes. If I'm not back, you can charge out on your horse and rescue me.”

I stop and give Phillip a hug. “I love you, Phillip. You'll always be my best friend. And you must be a very good friend if you are willing to hang out with me, over getting laid. Especially when we know I'm going to do nothing but sob and complain about my stupid, cheating boyfriend. So I just, I, um, I appreciate it, okay?” I back up and punch his shoulder lightly. “I'm just shocked and need to figure out what to do. I promise, I'll be back and hopefully when I come back, I will have some sort of a plan. Just don't go killing anybody yet, okay?”

He nods.

I kind of lower my head and look at the ground, scoffing the dirt with Mom's strappy sandals because I'm not so good at this part. You know, the admitting I might have been wrong part. “Thanks for telling me. I'm glad I didn't go charging over there.”

So I start walking to the car.

In my mind are a bazillion questions.

How could I have been so stupid? Has he been cheating on me the whole time? Some of the time?

What am I going to do? To say?

How could Jake do this to me?

What an asshole.

Okay, Jadyn James Reynolds, pull yourself together.

What's your plan?

SHIT, my plan so far is......

Get to Lisa's car.

Have a big, quiet, temper tantrum.

Maybe scream silently and cry my eyes out, somehow without messing up my mascara.

Darn! I knew I should have worn the waterproof kind.

Then I will put on some stupid lip-gloss and go back into the party. I may even confront Jake. I will hold my head up high and stand up straight and tall. Grandpa used to tell me to do that. Walk into the place like you own it, JJ, and people will think that you do. Of course he also said, If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit. Which I have to admit, I am kind of good at. People tend to underestimate blondes. They just naturally think we are dumb and well, on occasion, I may have used that to my advantage.

But back to Jake.

Can I convince him that the slut doesn't bother me?

Can I walk in there like I own the place?

I can't let him know he's upset me, that's for sure!

I'm almost back to the entrance and am about to walk past Gary and Larry, when I see three guys heading our way.

I'd know that strut anywhere.

What to my wondrous eyes should appear?

Da

I can't believe it! He's here! As a quarterback, he's known for his perfect timing, and I'm so glad it's boiled over into my life. His timing couldn't be perfecter. Because he's just the guy I need to see tonight. Hanging out with Da

So I try to forget about Jake and Boobs and remind myself that I look damn good tonight.

If Jake can enjoy himself, I think, well maybe I can too.

Two can play that game, right?

Maybe one of Da

Do I want to make Jake jealous?

Yes.

Do I want to make him apologize and beg me for forgiveness?

Yes.

Will I take him back if he asks?

Absolutely not.

Hmm.

I'm almost sure of that.

I walk up next to Gary and Larry, who stare at me with concern. I don't say anything to them. I just raise my arms high in the air and yell loud. “So what? You've had enough of hot coeds and wild fraternity parties and just wanted to drink from a keg in a cornfield?”

Da

Then he pushes me out to arm's length, looks me up and down and says, “Jay. Damn! You look.....hot? ”

He says it in a way that is half statement and half question. Like looking hot is unusual for me.

Okay, so it is.

“What are you drunk already? Da

“Sexy as hell, actually.” Da

Wow. Maybe Lisa is right. Maybe I should dress this way more often.

“This is John and Michael,” Da

Did I mention that John is quite cute?

“THIS is Jay?” John says. “WOW. The way you talked, I thought Jay was a dude.”

“Definitely not boys,” Da

Hey, stop that! You're making me nervous.

“Where's Jake, anyway? I'm surprised with you looking like that,” and he looks me up and down, again! “that he's not attached to your hip.”

Before I can answer, Da

The twins grin proudly.

Crap. Skip the part about picking up one of the friends and trying to make Jake jealous.

I can't do this.

Can there be quicksand in a cornfield?

I didn't think it was ecologically possible, but I'm pretty sure I'm sinking into some right now.

No, JJ, you're just losing your mind. No biggie.

Well that's reassuring.

I've got to get out of here.

So I a

“Sweet. When? Why didn't you call me, Jay?” Da

“Tonight apparently, when he brought some other girl to the party.”

Da

Questions I'm not prepared to answer quite yet.

And do I really want to tell Da

Uh, no.

“Um. The Ringling brothers here,” I say with a nod toward Gary and Larry, “can give you all the gory details. I gotta go.”

And I just walked away. I must be more upset than I realized because I just walked away from two college hotties.

But yeah, I actually did it. Just walked away.

You'd think Lisa's car was my salvation. I just need to keep it together until I get there.