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happened.”
    “I really don’t. I mean, there is nothing to talk about,
Mistee.”
    “Would you stop being such a cunt?”
    “Uhhhh, did you call me a cunt on my birthday?”
    “Yeah…I sure did. So, why did you get so angry at that guy?”
    “Because he deserved it.”
    “Okaaaaay…what did he do to you?” she asks, condescension
evident.
    I fill her in on all the details of my infuriating
interactions with him this morning and she says, “To me, it sounds like you two
are acting like you’re in kindergarten.”
    “Why would you say that?”
    “Did you hear yourself?”
    Finishing the last sip of my wine, she takes my glass and
refills it. “What you should’ve done was jumped his bones.”
    “Yuck. You’re so gross. He’s a stranger.”
    “And a hot one, might I add. I saw him.”
    “So what? Just let him fuck me then?”
    “Yeah. A one-night stand might do you some good.”
    “Mistee, maybe you should fuck him.”
    “Don’t flip this back on me, Ever.”
    “I’m not flipping anything. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to
sleep with some random guy.”
    “Why?” she asks me dead serious.
    “Because I don’t like him. He’s all…He’s…” I can’t even
explain it, and get so flustered trying to. She raises her eyebrows at me,
sipping her wine. “I’m waiting.”
    “He’s not my type.”
    “Oh please, Ever. You don’t have a type; you’d turn down
anyone no matter who they were.”
    I roll my eyes, trying to ignore what she is saying. She
doesn’t know the first thing about dating, or what kind of guys I like. I have
a type, I just haven’t found anyone who gives me that feeling inside. Plus, she
has no idea the kind of douche bag this guy is.

Chapter 4
     
    I slept like shit, restless, tossing and turning. I’m
guessing it was from the sugar in the wine and cupcakes. But considering how
jumbled my mind is anymore, tormented by the chaotic circle of regrets and
misery that I live in without my mom, this isn’t a surprise. I never sleep that
well.
    Checking the clock, it’s 6:50. I’m sure at 7:00 on the dot
the noise will start. Looking outside, everything is quiet, or appears to be. I
can’t really see the building that’s under construction or restoration or
whatever. What’s the difference anyways?
    Getting up, I start my coffee and clean up from last night.
The frame my dad gave me is still on the table and I pick it up, taking it to
my room where I disassemble it and put my mom’s letter inside.
    The silver of the frame matches my vanity, so I set it on
the corner. I don’t really have a specific place for all of the letters, so
they are scattered through the house. But they are all precious reminders of
her. Each paints a different story in my mind when I see them.
    Looking in my closet, I decide on a run to start my day. I
need to clear my head and figure out how I’m going to make things right at
work. Putting on a pair of yoga pants and a thin hoody, I pull my long, blonde
hair up into a ponytail and leave before I have to deal with…I really should
know what his name is. But it doesn’t matter. Locking my door behind me, I walk
out. I keep a key under my mat, so I can come and go, free to not carry
anything. Emerging into the light of the early morning, the workers are barely
getting started. I make a break for it, but notice on the bike rack next to
mine is a brand new, shiny bike with a huge red bow on it. That’s an odd place
to leave a gift for someone. I blink a few times at it and then run off. The
air feels great in my lungs and the pavement feels even better under my feet.
So invigorating and free.
    “Hey, Ever?”
    Sonofabitch!
    I recognize his voice right away and run faster, needing
space. I can’t deal with him right now.
    Coming to an intersection, I’m forced to stop and wait to
cross, jogging in place. Not looking back, I pray he’s not coming after me, and
then that crazy ass fucker pulls up next to me and my jaw hits the ground as I
look