Page 2 of The Final Straw

Why the hell would he ask her to dance? I’m clearly the better looking one. He’s obviously trying to make me jealous. Well played, Van, but I’m the one to play games, not the other way around.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Now that we’re alone, tell me about yourself. When my buddy and I saw you two, I thought we’d be competing, but as luck would have it, he liked your friend.”

His voice grates on my nerves as I fume in my seat, watching Van and Olivia on the dance floor. The man I wanted has his arms wrapped around that traitorous bitch I brought here tonight.

It’s fucking girl code, for god’s sake. She knows I laid claim to him; I told her. But let’s be clear, even if she had staked her claim, I still would have pursued him.

Yeah, I know I’m a one-sided bitch.

How is it that once again the dowdy little bitch gets everything she wants? Takes from other people, not even thinking about their feelings. She knew he was my target for the night; she should have told him no and directed him my way.

It’s okay. Once he talks to her for a few minutes, he will see what a fucking mistake he made and come crawling back to me.

“Hellooo, Earth to Barbi!” Cal calls, waving his hands in front of my face, pissing me off even more.

“What!?” I narrow my eyes at him.

“You know what, forget it. Van was right, you are a bitch. I’m out of here.”

He turns and heads back to their table, which now has a group of women sitting with his remaining friends. He steps up beside one who is alone and places his hand on her shoulder, leaning in, saying something to her that has them all tossing their heads back in laughter.

Idiots.

For the next thirty minutes, I sit there and stew, growing angrier by the second as I watch Olivia and Van dance to song after song, before finally sitting down at an empty table, hand in hand, talking.

“Did you want something else to drink?” A waitress steps up to my table and smiles.

“Yeah, three shots of tequila, and hurry,” I snap.

“Sure thing. I’ll be right back.” She turns and practically skips off, that damn smile still on her face. Fuck, I want to punch her!

Olivia and Van stand up and head my way. He breaks away from her, stopping at his table of friends, and she keeps heading in my direction.

See, it took a bit, but he saw the light and kicked her ass to the curb. I knew I was right, he was just trying to make me jealous. When I glance back at his table, I catch him looking our way, smiling as he speaks to his friends.

“Hey, Barbi. I’m gonna go. Do you have a ride home? I know you were planning to hook up with someone tonight, anyway.”

Why is she smiling? And why is she saying someone? She knew I wanted Van!

“Did he already dump you? I’m sorry for him fucking with you ton—” I’m cut off when the man in question steps up to the table.

“Ready to go, babe? I gave my keys to Cal. He’s going to drive my car back to our place.” He places his arm around her shoulder and then kisses her forehead.

Am I in the twilight zone? He’s going home with her and not me? Am I on that show Punked? Because something has to be seriously wrong when she is chosen over me.

“Yeah, I was just making sure Barbi was okay. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Before I can answer, the two of them are walking away, his arm around her waist, holding her tight.

That fucking bitch.

Mark my words, I'm going to make her pay for what she did tonight. She knew he was who I wanted and in true Olivia fashion, she took what she wanted. But this time was the last straw. My mind starts formulating a plan.

Chapter 1

Olivia

Six months later

Standing on the curb next to a cab, Van wraps me in his arms tightly, his sweet words and tender kisses lingering on my lips as I prepare to head to the airport. Whistles sound out around us as a group of male teenagers pass by, catcalling and telling us to get a room.

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