PROMPTuesday: Exercise #4
(Ten-minutes. Word count: 250 or less. Topic: First love. Use the phrase: “Beauty in the shadows.” Okay…GO!)
She pressed the gas pedal, speeding faster than she should have up the winding driveway, nearly rear-ending her rival’s blue and white 1960-something Mustang. It was a hardtop. She knew it would be parked there. What a lame car, she thought. She yanked the emergency brake hard like she’d seen her mother do once. She shut off the engine, stepped from the car, slammed the door behind her.
She didn’t bother to knock. She walked in like always. And there he stood with the beauty in the shadows, acting like it was any normal Friday. Except, this wasn’t a normal Friday was it, asshole? No, it wasn’t. This was the Friday that you got caught. Pep rally, my ass.
She stormed past them both, the lying popular son of a drug dealer and his cheerleader girlfriend. But wait, she thought. Wasn’t she the girlfriend? Quietly furious, she made her way down to his bedroom two stairs at a time. She passed his bed where they’d fucked so many times and where—by the looks of it—he’d just fucked the cheerleader. Happy Friday, she thought.
On the credenza was the picture of him and the cheerleader. From prom. She opened the drawer directly beneath it. There was the framed picture of her. She grabbed the photo. She raced upstairs, three stairs at a time, to find him hugging her. She tossed the photo between them. You deserve each other, she said.
He sells used cars now.
She and the cheerleader are friends.
Especially the end part where he’s selling used cars.
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