Chapter 3
Chapter three
Fucked
Jo
“Jo!” The surprised look on my boyfriend’s face is now seared into my brain.
Why does he have such a shocked look on his face?
Well, that would be because he’s balls-deep in a woman that is not me.
Not his girlfriend.
Or I guess she could be his girlfriend too, but I didn’t get the memo.
“Oh my God!” He cries as the woman continues to bounce up and down on his disco stick.
The chick must think he’s just getting really into it because she says, “Yeah, you like that?”
I guess she didn’t hear the part where he said another woman’s name. Or maybe her name is Jo too. Who the fuck knows.
Not wanting to see another second of this, I cry, “What the fuck, Mario?”
That gets her to turn around, shriek, and jump off him so quickly you’d think she’d been shot.
“Who the hell are you?” She squeals.
“I’m his girlfriend,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “Well, I guess it’s ex-girlfriend, but we haven’t gotten to that yet.”
Her face falls as she stands up and frantically begins grabbing her things. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
I glare at her. “Now, you do.”
Quickly, she jerks her dress over her head and carries her flipflops. She stops before walking out the door.
“Look, I really didn’t know,” she says.
“Honey, I’m trying to be nice here. I really am.
I’m giving you an out even though I think you’re full of shit.
There’s a picture on the nightstand of us kissing.
I’m sure you caught a glimpse of it while you were riding him like a bull at the rodeo, so I’m going to tell you nicely once more that I’d like you to get the fuck out of this apartment before I lose my shit. ”
With that, she turns and walks out. To be fair, even if she did see the photo, I’m sure Mario probably had some story all lined up about how his girlfriend tragically passed away and how he needed someone to help him mend his broken heart.
He can usually talk himself out of anything, but I think this time, he’s fucked.
His literal fuck has metaphorically fucked him.
Once it’s just the two of us, he stands up and pulls on his boxers. “Jo, listen to me,” he begins, but I’m already heading for the closet to grab a suitcase. “Let’s talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“You just walked in on me in bed with someone else. I think there’s a lot to talk about.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong. You fucked someone else, so you lost your right to talk to me ever again.”
As I’m climbing onto a box to be able to reach my suitcase, he tries setting his hands on my hips to steady me.
“Mario, if you ever want to use those hands again, I suggest you remove them from my body.”
He does so without any hesitation because he knows I’m serious.
I finally am able to reach my suitcase, and I waste no time in throwing things into it.
Out of nowhere, Mario says, “Hey, why are you home so early? I thought you had to work late today.”
“I got off early,” I lie, knowing I got fired. “If only I would have stayed late, and you could have gotten your dick wet without consequence.”
“The only reason I hooked up with her is because you’re never around lately. First, you were doing all the long hours at the construction job, and then, when it ended, I thought we’d have more time together, but you started waiting tables. When am I supposed to see my girlfriend?”
I snap my head toward him. “Are you serious right now?”
I don’t give him a chance to respond. “You are an infant. You bitch because I work too much, but you’d be bitching if I was constantly asking you for money. Me working does not give you an excuse to fuck some other girl.”
“Come on, babe. You know you’re the only one I want to do that with. There’s no one better than you.”
Well, he’s right about that—no one Mario could get anyway.
“I’m really sorry, Jo.” He paints on his best sincere face, but I’m not buying it.
“Save it, Mario. It’s over.”
“Just like that? You’re going to throw away months of a good thing?”
I could tell him he’s the one who has already thrown it all away, but really, what’s the point? I am over this whole thing and ready to get out of here.
“Mario, you know what’s messed up? Not only am I not surprised by this, but I’m honestly not even that upset by it. That right there tells me all I need to know.”
As I pack, he follows me around like a lost puppy dog.
No, scratch that.
Puppies are cute. Mario is downright annoying. Despite his constant nagging, I manage to get everything I own shoved into my tiny car.
I walk through the apartment to make sure I’m not forgetting anything. When I’m confident I’m not, I head for the front door. Just as I reach it, Mario steps in my way.
“Alright, Jo. I know you have a flair for the dramatic, but don’t you think enough is enough?”
“Move,” I say through gritted teeth.
Stepping even closer to me, he asks, “Why don’t you make me?”
I stand up on my tiptoes like I’m about to kiss him. Just when I’ve lured him into a sense of false security, I knee him right in the balls.
He goes down like a ton of bricks wile groaning, “Bitch.”
Before I step over him, I lean down and whisper one final thought. “You were right about one thing, though. You’ll never find another fuck as good as me.”