The Boy on the Bridge

by Sam Mariano

Oh, my God, he read the book. He read the book and he just quoted my very favorite book boyfriend.

“You might be my favorite person right now.” “Just right now?” he asks, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “I’ll have to try harder.”

I would have forgiven him for the lie, maybe I could have even found a way to get past him deliberately humiliating me the night he took my virginity, but not Valerie.

Pathetic.

but in my mind I can see the three shopping bags I have hidden in my closet. The replacement purses.

Why the fuck would she even take the bags

It’s what I’m going to keep doing until I get my period.

She could have taken Plan B pill wtf?

I groan out loud, but it’s mixed with laughter. I can’t keep a stupid smile off my face as I text him back. “Oh my god. I’m blocking this number now.” I say it, but I don’t actually do it this time. I should—and I will—but I suppose there’s no harm in waiting another minute to see what he says.

She's so fuckibg pathetic

I have to interact with him in this setting,

You haven't stopped interacting with him stupid bitch.