Last year was our 10 year high school reunion. Despite moving back to our hometown to take jobs at my dad’s company, this would be the first time in years we had seen these people. Some by choice, some by accident. Either way, it was kind of exciting.
Steven had been out of town at one of the company’s distribution centers; he would come later straight from the airport. I understand as little about his job as he does about mine in finance so I still don’t quite know what he was doing. I did know, however, after a week away just how I’d welcome him home. The reunion provided the perfect opportunity.
Even 10 years later, walking through the halls of the school reconnected me with the innocent head cheerleader that once roamed them. At 28, I could do what I wish she could have then. All I had to do was put up with small talk until Steven arrived.
Unfortunately, Ben was there. I had cut him off that day 7 years before, but because we weren’t friends on social media and I came alone, he immediately decided I must be single. He had also just recently gotten out of jail for sexual assault, shocker. He commanded all my attention and I couldn’t break from his advances until I felt a familiar hand around my waist.