11
Chad started blowing up my phone. texting.
So I turned it off.
The next morning, my roommate woke me up.
“Ashley, your boyfriend, or ex–boyfriend, is
here.”
I looked out the window and, yep, Chad was
standing outside my dorm.
I had no idea why he had so much free time.
I sighed, washed my face, and headed
downstairs.
Since he was here, I’d tell him to his face.
As soon as I got outside, Tiffany popped out
of nowhere and tried to drag Chad away.
“Chad, let’s go! She clearly doesn’t love you!
Why are you doing this to yourself? You’re
breaking my heart!”
This made me a little sick.
I grabbed my phone and called Chad.
He answered right away, sounding excited.
“Ashley, I’m outside your dorm…”
“Chad, put it on speaker.”
He looked confused, but he did it.
I took a deep breath and said, “Tiffany Hayes,
you like stealing other people’s boyfriends?
Then he’s all yours.”
My voice wasn’t super loud, but the girls
walking by could hear it. They all stopped to
stare at Tiffany and Chad.
I didn’t care. I hung up and went back inside.
That afternoon, I heard from my roommate
that the whole thing was on the school’s
social media page.
Some people recognized Chad and Tiffany.
But they didn’t go to our school, so it didn’t
really matter.
Chad called me and complained that Tiffany
didn’t have anything to do with it, and I
shouldn’t involve innocent people.
I didn’t want to argue, so I sent him the photo
Lunad, I remember now you usea to love me. I know better than anyone that you love her.]
That shut him up.
I blocked and deleted his number, just in
case.
At first, it hurt.
It’s hard when someone you’ve known for so
long suddenly becomes a stranger.
But life goes on. I still had a thesis to write, I
was still graduating, and I was still going to
the city for grad school.
Except none of that had anything to do with
Chad anymore.