V IS FOR VICIOUS (THE WOMEN OF V: PART TWO)
We’d only gotten a few feet away before we passed a crying mummy. “I hate men,” she grumbled as she fell into step with us.
“Amen, sister!” Maureen agreed, wiping her eyes.
“My boyfriend just dumped me because he said he wanted to be single for events like this,” the stranger confessed weepily.
“I lost my virginity tonight to an asshole who left with someone else less than an hour later,” Maureen shared. “I think there’s something wrong with the men on this campus.”
I thought about Easton because he seemed like he was one of the good ones.
And as if the cosmic gods were working against me, I spotted him as soon as we turned the corner to head to the bathroom. He was hugging someone dressed in a tight bodysuit and whispering in her ear. As she leaned back to laugh at whatever he’d said, his eyes locked with mine. I tried to tear my eyes away, but I couldn’t.
Not until she lifted to her toes and planted a kiss on his lips.
I shook my head. “I will never take a man on this campus seriously.” I entered the crowded bathroom with Maureen and our new compatriot. “Focus on you. Be about you. Life is too short to be worried about or crying over a man.”
“You’ve never been in love before, have you?” the stranger asked.
I gave her a look. “Fuck love, get money.”
The makeup stained face of the stranger twisted ruefully. “You say that now…”
Lady, you don’t know me, I thought as I turned my attention to Maureen who was splashing water on her face.