How to Get Over Your Ex in Ninety Days

by Jennifer Peel

And I loved him with an all that I was, am, and ever would be kind of love. It wasn’t a fairytale kind of love; it was the in sickness and health kind. The kind that had you living in the same house for sixty years until they had to cart you off to a nursing home kind of love.

“I’ll see you tonight.” Mr. Montgomery opened the school door for me again. I smirked, or was that sneered? Brad followed me chuckling. “Remind me not to get on your bad side. Your looks are lethal.” “I’m going to take that as a compliment.” “Your smile is even more deadly.” I grinned. “Save your lines for someone else.” “You can’t blame me for trying.” “I’m on a strict no teacher diet.” He laughed. “Let me know if you ever want to cheat.” I looked him over—and he was pretty delectable—but no way was I going down that road again, even if it was only superficial. “Have a good day, and good luck tonight.”

And I’d never forget what he said, though I wished I could. He quoted from The Princess Bride—it was how it became our movie—“Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.” He said that after many of our kisses. And now I hated him for it because it was true.

“It’s never good when you try and balance everyone’s expectations. You’ll always lose yourself.”

It wasn’t changing my mind. Ninety days or bust, baby!