BROKEN AND SCREWED(Broken_Part One)(61)

“Where’s Marissa?” Eric peered past our shoulders.
“Your girlfriend ditched. No idea where she is or when she’s coming back,” Angie snapped out. Her eyes flashed in anger.
Justin went into action. He threw his arms around his girlfriend, pulled her in close, and nuzzled her neck as he rocked her back and forth in his arms.
“Justin!”
He ignored her weak attempts at swatting his head and winked at me. “I’m starving, honey. I’m ravenous. I’m about to faint in the hallway. My stomach needs food, woman. It needs sustenance. I can’t handle this anymore.” And then he let loose and belted out, “I don’t need no more pain, no more game, no more drama.”
As he kept singing the song, Angie smacked his shoulder and stalked past him. We heard her mutter under her breath, “My boyfriend is a freak show. I can’t take him anywhere.”
Justin watched her go for a moment, with a wide smile on his face, and then he raced to catch up. The two were giggling together soon after and chased each other again down the hallway.
“So, Marissa took off?” Eric smiled at me, tentatively.
Oh right. I’d forgotten he was there and now the awkwardness ensued. He had wanted to date me, I evaded him, and now he was with the girl that had just ditched him. I kept my voice light. “Yeah, but don’t worry. She’s like that when things hit close to home with her. She’ll show up again.”
His shoulders didn’t relax.
I didn’t care.
“She’s upset about something.”
No shit, Sherlock. But I held my tongue. “She’ll come around. She always does.”
At the second reassurance, his shoulders sagged and he nodded. Some of the tension left him. “You’re right. She does.”
And if Angie had been there, she would’ve warned him that Marissa would probably show up with another guy wrapped around her. That was her pattern, but this was me. I held my tongue and didn’t say a word. He needed to learn. He would. Marissa always showed her true colors when it came to guys. They either cheated on her or she cheated on them. It wasn’t something we talked about or questioned her about, but it’d been happening more and more the past two years. And if I had been half the friend Angie was to me, if I hadn’t been dealing with my own problems, I knew that I should’ve been more concerned for Marissa. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t ignore the fact that I was still mad at her for all her betrayals, for going after Jesse, and then going after Eric. She had helped me avoid his attempts, but she hadn’t asked. She hadn’t cared. She picked him and she went after him.
As we continued to the lobby where Angie and Justin were waiting, holding hands, I also admitted to myself the other side of the coin. I might’ve dated Eric. I might’ve finally listened to my head and tried to move on from Jesse. Eric might’ve helped me avoid the disaster that Angie knew was coming later, but he was with Marissa now. And he was going to get his own heart shattered by her.
There was no sympathy inside of me for him. We were both going to get hurt.



CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Marissa disappeared during the day. We didn’t hear from her until later that night. I didn’t hear from Jesse either, so I assumed that meant he didn’t want to hang out either. After we ate, we spent the rest of the afternoon at the pool. Justin disappeared at one part of the afternoon. He came back a few hours later with fake licenses for us. Angie’s eyes went wide, but she took hers without a comment. Praise the Lord. When I took mine, there was a dip in my stomach. I knew I shouldn’t feel guilty. This wasn’t the right thing to do, but we were in Vegas. My parents had ditched me. One of my best friends had ditched me. The guy I loved, but couldn’t really have, had ditched me for the day.