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Questions
By haleyhollows

 


Questions

I look over at her. Was she really the one I was getting married to?

Suddenly, her blond bouncy hair was repulsive. That sly smile she gave to the waiter, who batted his eyes at her. I had given him a cold hard stare, but that didn't stop him.

“Brian?” Michelle was coming over across the room to say hi. Again. It's not like I called someone and was going to hook up with them and leave her. Or was I?

She sits on my lap, and I feel my self try to pull away.

“Babe, are you ok?” She asks in her stupid high voice, pulling me back towards her.

“I need some air.” I say, pulling away from her bony hands on my cold arm.

I step outside and light a cigarette. Her mother hates that I smoke. I hate her. We're at an even score. I see a girl sitting on a wall, laughing with another one. The one sitting on the wall is above gorgeous. Goddess material. I walk over, then realizing she has an Avenged tee and bag.

“Holy shi-” She whispers.

“Hi.” I smile, sitting next to her. She's holding a cup. Vodka.

Her name is Haley. She's 26, and single. We chat some more and I give her my number. I look at my watch. 12:45. When I left Michelle at the bar it was 9:23. Damn.

I grab her arm. “I need an escape.” I whisper in her ear. She grins.

We go back in the restaurant. I find Michelle and make eye contact with her.

I pull Haley near me and kiss her. I see Michelle run over and rip the ring off her finger.

“I HATE YOU!” Michelle screams. I laugh.

“You need to escape some more.” Haley laughs.

“There's nothing to escape from now.” I laugh back.

 

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