01 || Worst Birthday Ever

I knew this day was coming.

The day my almighty boyfriend cheats on me. And you know what sucks? I’m a hundred percent hotter than this chick.

“For fuck sakes, you should respect the fucking hoe code!” I yell at the brunette underneath my now ex- boyfriend.

“And you, this shit of a relationship is over!” I scream at Devin and he winces, pulling out of the jaw-dropped brunette. Come to think of it, his dick isn’t even that big– it’s NOT BIG. 

“B, wait, stop packing your things,” he grabs his boxers off the bed, sprinting towards me as I throw all my stuff out of his nasty drawer. 

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” I hiss and he winces again, this time…..out of fear. “How long?” I motion to the brunette.

“A while now,” his voice cracks. “Before graduation,” he sighs. “I swear, I was going to stop–“

“I am so done with your excused life!” I snap, “and I’m done being a puppet to you and your nasty Cameron friend!” I yell, remembering the time Cameron told me to play girlfriend in front of Liz– a girl I just started working for, just to make her think he’s happy. Well he can fuck off, Liz and Aaron are relationship goals.

“I was never happy sharing you with Cameron–,” he starts, following me towards the door. “you know that,”

“You’re such an expired dick!” I hiss, grabbing my phone from my purse and ordering an Uber. 

“Brittany please,” his voice cracks. His voice actually cracks. So fucking unbelievable.

“Do you know what’s more stupid? The fact that you were the first guy I let into my heart after–” I almost say the words, but I backtrack. “I loved you Devin, I really did…..and well, that’s that,” I sigh as the Uber gets closer to me. 

The motherfucker actually attempts to move closer to me and the next thing I know, my left hand does its own thing, leaving him with a red swollen cheek. Yeah, that’s just about right.

The Uber driver helps me put my stuff in the trunk. The moment we’re both settled, he asks me where I want to go and the first thing I blurt is West’s Residence. He looks at me for a moment and then I finally understand his sudden countenance.

“I’m his girlfriend’s friend,” I wouldn’t say Liz and I are friends, but yeah, we’re getting there. 

That seems to ease the weird look on his face as he finally kicks the ignition. From the driver’s mirror, I can see Devin arguing with the brunette. I don’t know what I feel, pain, regret….I just don’t know. At this point, I just want to beg Liz for a place to sleep, that’s all.

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I’m standing in front of Liz’s enormous and beautiful house and I ring the bell. Aaron West doesn’t know who I am….so he might as well mistake me for a paparazzi. I can only hope that Liz gets the door, that way I don’t have much explaining to do. 
My phone dings and I get a text from my friend….Jodie. Apparently, Jodie has never been on board with my relationship with Cameron, that’s also why I can’t go to her place tonight. I also can’t go home because my Dad might take a drive to Devin’s house and possibly castrate the dude, or my kid brother…….who might gather his gang of friends and attack Devin at night, so…..no. The only person I might talk to, is Nadia. Apparently Nadia has problems of her own so I guess Liz and her Superstar rich boyfriend are my only hope.

“Oh God,” a middle aged beautiful woman gets the door and my heart falls in disappointment. “My boss is in a serious relationship and I love his girlfriend so so much and you have to leave,” she forces a smile.

“Mrs. Kelly!” I hear Liz’s voice and my heart jumps. “Who’s at the door?”

“A crazy fan, I guess,” The woman I now know as Mrs. Kelly says. 

Liz finally comes into view and her eyes widen. 

“Brittany, come in, come in, what’s up?” She says, helping me with my stuff as I walk into their huge house. Mrs. Kelly doesn’t say a word, she just smiles at me. A heartwarming smile. 

Wow. 

This place is marvelous.

Like fucking marvelous.

Aaron West has incredible taste in houses; and Liz has incredible taste in decorations. You can tell from the purple accents all over the living room as we enter. And the pictures on the walls! Gosh, they are so in love.

“Go on, sit….I’m guessing you need a place to sleep?” she smiles, her dark hair falling around her face. 

“Babe!” And that must be Aaron. I’ve never met this dude in person….ever. 

“Make sure you put a shirt on! We’ve got company,” Liz shouts back to him and my heart squeezes. I can’t believe I’m beginning to miss Devin. Shit.

“I’ve got a better idea, I’m not coming down,” he laughs and I don’t hear him again. Liz just laughs and locks eyes with me. 

“You’re gonna tell me why you showed up at my house at nine twenty-three pm?”

“I don’t have anywhere to go,” I sigh and Liz pauses, it’s probably the first time she’s seeing me like this…..I always have my shit together…… until today I guess. “And I broke up with Devin,” I force a smile. “he was fucking a brunette on our bed,” I let the words out. 

“Let’s get you settled,” She says and I silently appreciate her for not asking questions about Devin and I. I know she has questions since the Cameron incident, but I’m really glad she’s keeping it in, for my sanity. 

Fact about Liz: she thinks of other people before herself.

Liz shows me to the guestroom and leaves me to get settled. Later, Mrs. Kelly appears with five boxes of pizza, two bottles of Coca-Cola and a huge grin on her face, “Helps with breakups,” 

And she’s not wrong, I ate them until I fell asleep.

Happy fucked up birthday to me. 

That’s right, and Devin didn’t even remember.

He gets the boyfriend of the year award.

Just right.

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I wake up to the sound of two men laughing downstairs, probably in the living room. I glance at my phone and I already have 48 UNREAD MESSAGES. Half of them from my Dad; and the other half, Jodie, Nadia and my kid brother, Tyler. Birthday texts and sorry texts. I have a lot of explaining to do. 

After cleaning the pizza mess in the room, I gather my stuff together and head downstairs, only for my eyes to meet a tasty piece of man candy in the kitchen. When I say tasty, I mean tasty. His shirtless body is covered in ink and his sweaty wet hair is scattered around his face. I watch him as he stirs something in the frying pan on the stove– I don’t fucking care what’s he’s cooking I’ll eat– he looks at me……..he looks at me–

“Brittany, right?” Aaron West interrupts our staring contest and envision myself messing up his perfect face. But instead, I straighten up and nod like an idiot. “Liz says you should meet her at the office,” he turns to the fucking man candy, “and I don’t appreciate walking shirtless around my house–” he pauses, slowly inhaling the fuck-hot aroma in the kitchen, “Alright, you can stay shirtless this food is damn,” 

The fuck-hot man candy just shrugs and Aaron gives me a look that says, “You can go now” and I nod, heading towards the door. 

One Uber drive, and I’m home, ringing the door bell. Dad answers the door in a rush and helps me put my stuff together. 

“Devin?” He asks. 

“Devin,” I nod, wondering how he knew. 

“Do you need me to castrate him?” He asks.

“Nah, the puck bunnies might need his crappy dick,” I say and we both laugh. 

“Tyler follows Devin’s Instagram, and he posted it, and oh…. He also got drafted by Seattle,” My Dad mutters. If there’s any die hard hockey fan that I know, it’s definitely my Dad. “And Tyler unfollowed him in seconds,”

“It’s cool Dad, I’m okay,” I assure both him and myself. 

“I got you a spa treatment or whatever you girls call it, for your birthday, it’s in your room, whenever you’d like to go,” he smiles at me. He’s the best dad. “You sure you’re okay?” He asks again. When I don’t answer, he says something else.

“Alright, I’m not going to press you….go upstairs, take a shower and call Jodie, she blew up my phone last night,” He sighs as I gather my stuff and head to my teenage bedroom. I didn’t think I was ever going to come back here, ever. And that’s when the tears stream down my cheeks and I wonder why I wasn’t enough for Devin.

I lay in bed all day, ignoring texts from everyone because I need my space, because that’s what I do when I’m frustrated. I push everyone away and handle things myself. 

I spend the rest of the day thinking about Seattle’s Iconic Defenseman slash Hottest-Man-Candy-I-have-ever-seen, until my devilish mind puts together a get-over-Devin plan.

Revenge sex.