A phone call from Maria was typical. She called me every single night to threaten me but I just said the truth. We were not going to be friends anymore and I was just going to ignore what she said. She didn’t even have the guts to really hurt my feelings. She was old news. Jake called me very other night to back Maria up. The next night, he called.
“Hello?” I said. I knew it was him.
“Hi, Jacqueline. I wanted to tell you something.”
“I don’t want to hear it. Goodbye.”
“I want to get back together with you!”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I like you.” I heard whispering in the background.
“Maria, I hear you. Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on. Jake, I’ve moved on. Sorry,”. I hung up the phone. I felt proud. It felt good to stand up.