32 | Georgia
“HE DID WHAT?!” Eleanor screeches, her cheeks fiery with rage.
“H-He’s been with her the whole time,” I stammer, feeling the tears building behind my eyes again. “He lied to me.”
“You’re sure it wasn’t just like, a congratulatory friend peck?”
“Do congratulatory friend pecks involve sticking her tongue down his throat on national television?”
Her brows crease in concern as she reaches out to hold my hand.
“I’m so sorry, G. God, you really can’t catch a break with these dudes. Holy crap.”
“Maybe we need to just take a break from men. Forever,” I mutter, chuckling as a silent tear runs down my cheek.
“We?”
“Okay, maybe I need to take a break from men forever.”
She giggles and wipes the stray tear from my cheek with her palm.
“You can’t take a break from men and go out with Todd Watson,” she reminds me, a look of compassion blanketing her features as she continues to hold my hand.
“God, I don’t know why I said yes. I don’t even know him–”
“‘Cause he’s hot and Henry betrayed you,” she interrupts matter-of-factly.
I look at her, wide-eyed, and she shrugs nonchalantly.
“Am I wrong?”
“... No.”