*A few days til I can post. No problem. Maybe it will give me more time to regain lucidity and delete this all.*—
“I can’t make decisions for you,” you said. Fine. I gave my phone to my friends and told them to make it instead. They fumbled with it.
“You need a fucking iPhone,” Kim lamented.
“God, who even uses an Android anymore?” Skye grabbed the phone from Kim.
“It’s a MOTOROLA,” I cried. A Motorola that belonged to my boyfriend.
“No more Josh,” Skye concluded, handing me back the phone. “Deleted, blocked, and out of your life.”
I groaned into the blanket, clutching the bottle of Bombay Blue that I wasn’t able to choke down.
“Thank you. But I want him.”
“He gets off on seeing you play the game,” Kim said, rubbing my arm. “This is what men do.”
“Plus, he’s probably ugly anyway.” Skye laughed. “After all, after seeing that other guy, I don’t know if I trust your taste…” She was talking about the boy we had walked by in the cafeteria, who I had sucked off two years ago, and who was SUPPOSED to be far away in Philly.