Page 10 of F*ck You

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Lee

Walking down the stairs in Larsen’s t-shirt from yesterday, I opened the fridge in search of food. My stomach growled loudly, and it didn’t seem pleased I was feeding it nothing other than chips and alcohol. I never did order pizza last night. My patience didn’t last long enough to be able to put an order in after they put me on hold, so I hung up and opened another bag of chips. I was really glad Miss Morris had good taste in snacks.

Today would be the day I walked around and saw what there was. If I was lucky, I might even walk away with a job. If I was even more lucky, I’d walk away with a job that I wouldn’t need to start right away. I’d love to have an extra few weeks of fucking around, and that could even mean literally.

I arrived here with the intention of numbing my pain for as long as I could, but I accomplished that faster than I expected, and there was something pretty intoxicating about the scent of the saltwater. I needed to have some sort of plan in place for when I decided to bring my head above water, whenever that might be.

While I was fueled by bad decisions and alcohol, I still wanted to eventually be able to come out of it. Not right now, but someday.

Thinking back to the day before, I recalled Larsen—nice ass and a killer smile, with a body that tempted me to lick the sweat from his abs as he broke into my condo.

The guy who carried my suitcase across the sand wasn’t bad either, and he had kind eyes and a nice smile, even if his lips were strained as though they were trying to hold back from saying something. Chase, that was his name. I only remembered because it was written on the notepad along with the other numbers I’d programmed into my phone. Somehow, I managed to do that without paying attention to the alarming amount of missed calls and notifications that were bursting from my phone at the seams. I knew I needed to go through them and let people know I was alive, but I dreaded doing it. Putting it off any longer would only make the process worse though.

I rubbed my thighs together as I shifted in my spot. They hadn’t seen any real action in ages, and all this beach heat was getting to me. It had only been a day, but was it really this hot all the time? I walked over to check the air conditioner. It was still set at a comfortable seventy degrees, but my internal temperature didn’t match that. I would need to get laid soon.

One of the two guys had seen me naked already, and I wondered if he would be up for a little tumble. Although he was technically my neighbor, so that could get weird, especially since his presence here was permanent and it could be better to find a tourist instead. It did seem like everyone knew everyone here, so a one-night stand to get over Asshole might need to be found elsewhere.

Stuffing a handful of grapes into my mouth, I looked outside. The sun was shining, birds were eating scraps of food left behind on the beach, and people were out in the water surfing. How did anyone find the energy to be so productive this early in the morning? Hell, I didn’t know why I was even up this early.

Grabbing another handful of grapes, I closed the refrigerator door and headed upstairs to find some clothes to wear that wasn’t just an oversized t-shirt from a stranger.

After I changed into a pair of shorts and a red tank top, I pulled my phone out from the dresser drawer, groaning at the number of missed calls and texts I had since I last looked at it yesterday.

Not only was Todd trying to get ahold of me, but so was my mom, his mom, and nearly all of our friends. There were so many missed messages, they nearly broke my phone since it couldn’t even tell me the amount of notifications anymore. I had only been gone for a day and a half, how did they have so much to say in that time frame?

I drank from a bottle of whiskey as I walked out onto the beach and plopped down in the sand with my phone in my lap. If I was going to have to go through all these messages, I could at least do them in a somewhat relaxing spot.

Lying down with my back in the sand, I let out an agitated breath as I scrolled. I found it easier to copy and paste the same response to nearly everyone. The only person I was purposely ignoring was Todd, as I had no reason to speak with him. He knew what he did and there was no reason I would need to explain myself.

We broke up, and I made that clear when I left. He could fuck whoever he wanted now.

He did seem pissed about the burn marks in the carpets and his missing items he might not have realized I’d burned, but that wasn’t my problem anymore. We could both start over on clean slates, although they might be more tarnished than usual.

I left, why couldn’t he understand that? Especially when he seemed to care more about these material possessions than he did about me. I really dodged a bullet there. What an asshole.

Chuckling, I quickly changed his name in my phone to “Asshole” and went back to scrolling.

He was tagged in some more pictures on social media showing him with not only the girl with the cherry red lips, but other girls as well. If it wasn’t for this, I would have never known the man I was marrying was a fucking douche. It looks like others were banning together to expose him for the dick he was. Or rather, for the dick he lacked.

Snickering at my own joke, I continued to finish going through my messages and responding one at a time. I saw a new message come through from him asking what I did with the ring, and I frowned. I left him in a fit of rage, and all he cared about was the ring? There wasn’t a single message from him asking if I was alright, nothing that showed even a hint of concern for me or our relationship. I still had the ring in the zipper part of my suitcase. I had no idea what I would do with it, but I didn’t want to give it back to him only to have him turn around and give it to Miss Cherry Lips. I deleted the message and continued on.

Feeling accomplished, since I’d finally caught up on all my messages, I groaned when I saw replies to my responses start piling in. Didn’t these people ever fucking sleep? What the hell? I knew people had a hard time detaching from their phones, but this was ridiculous.

Taking a good chug of whiskey for moral support, I pulled up Asshole and typed in a response. It wasn’t until I hit send that I realized autocorrect changed it to “Duck off,” and I immediately began cursing.

“Duck off? Are you fucking kidding me? Who in the fuck actually says that?” Frustrated, I threw my phone across the sand, laid back on the warm granules, and screamed out my frustration, not caring who was around to hear or see me. I’d already made a hell of an impression around here, and I didn’t think it could get much worse anyway.

The sun that was baking me from above blacked out as bright blue eyes appeared in their spot. Chase leaned over me, a glint of worry flashing in his gaze.

“Are you alright?”

I tossed an arm over my eyes in despair. “No, I’m not fucking alright. I want them to just leave me the fuck alone.”

“Who? There’s no one around here, only us.”

I pointed in the direction I’d tossed my phone. “They’re in my phone. I want to forget them and for all of us to move on with whatever’s left of our pathetic lives.”

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