She hasn’t even thought about him, in, like, weeks.
She looked excitedly at her phone twelve times that day, only to be disappointed.
He hadn’t updated anything in a while. He was probably thinking about her.
She cut her hair in a way he wouldn’t like. Not that she cared.
She tried that thing in the bedroom that he’d really wanted. “Missionary.”
Ha, Eugene would be so jealous if he knew.
She drove by his house, which was a totally acceptable route, but she didn’t see his car anywhere.
She became a regular at all of the coffee shops near his place, casually dropping hints that she needed someone to tutor her in Magic the Gathering and if anyone knew anybody, she’d be so happy to chat with him. “No, not you,” she had to say, lying about how she could only really learn from men with curly haired combovers and fedoras.
Jack was a short name. A Man’s name. Not like Joel Eugene Elmer, IV, who, if we’re being honest, wasn’t that great of a boyfriend, not really.
“I’m, like, totally over him,” she lied thoughtfully.
Ironically, he didn't see it coming.