chloe_l_simms posted a story

There he was, Dodge (or at least the back of him) on someone's story.

You couldn't take it any more, seeing him with whoever when you clicked through stories. Given, it was never the same person for long, flipping through twenty-something Carp residents like he was trying to set a record.

The end of your relationship was fiery, words exchanged that could never be taken back. You'd moved on in your own way, changed your hair, donated the clothes he gave you.

But you couldn't unfollow every ex-classmate just because he was fucking around.

And tonight, you had a date of your own.

You hadn't known him well, but he DMed you out of the blue and asked if he could take you for a drink, and you didn't have anything better going on. You also knew tonight would end in wallowing if you didn't get your mind off of Dodge.

So you set out for the bar on main street, an outfit you felt good in and your phone silenced.

The 'date' was boring, evidently a means to an end for a guy looking to get some action. You tried to play naive, and if he didn't get the hint, you had a pocketful of excuses.

But as you got up to 'go to the bathroom' (get your friend to call with a fake emergency), you were stopped by the one person you didn't want to see, especially not in person.

Dodge had a hand around your arm, his eyes locked on yours. "Jack? Really? That guy was such a dick to me."