My Life Sucks

525 Words
I live a very sad life. I'm pathetic in basic terms. The one woman I had spent a good decade on was done with me. She had been for four months, and now all I see is her kissing the guy I considered a friend. Which only mildly hurts.... when I get lonely. I shook my wet hair out of my eyes, this shower was a sanctum for me. I had been with three women. And she was the one I took serious. Waste of f*****g time. I got out my shower and looked at myself in the fogged mirror. I'm 6'9, I have an eight pack, light caramel skin, and these weird violet eyes. I think they're creepy but women swoon at the sight of them. Whatever. I got dressed in my usual outfit: blackshirt and blue jeans. Cowboy boots only. I grabbed my jacket and my trucks keys. I'm partial redneck so I drove a Chevy 150, talked with a drawl that was considered sexy, and sang along to every word sang by Rascal Flatts and Blake Shelton. I jumped into my truck and drove straight to the garage. Pop's motors had opened last year and I was the first one hired. The owner personally hired me and told me that he needed me. You see the locals all came to me to get their cars fixed but I was starting to get swamped. So I took him up on his offer and the locals all flocked to his place. Manny Heart smiled and waved at me, he was the owner. I pulled into the parking lot and walked over to him, then I saw who car it was Megan Nixon's. My f*****g Ex. Wiping all expression off my face I kept it neutral as I spoke to her and Keith, looking at Manny I nodded and told him that I was going to clock in. Walking away swiftly I felt the heat of their stares on my back. Going into the breakroom I clocked in and let in a deep breath. Keith was going to be working here. Great. ******** "Can we talk?" I looked up to see Keith looking down at me as I worked under the truck of one of the locals. "Can't you see me working here?" I grunted. "Me and Megs are getting married." I stopped for a second and then I went back to work. " And why did you tell me that? do you want me to be your best man?" I joked. He shook his head. " No. But I don't want you to hate me either. Me or Megs. We've said sorry a thousand times and you still won't forgive us." I shrugged and muttered, "Maybe because I won't forgive either of you. I watched you f**k my girlfriend and then you pranced her around like a f*****g trophy. Look if you two want to get married, jump off a f*****g cliff, or dance naked next to the lake. Do it. Just leave me the f**k alone." With that I left to go on my lunch break. Yelling makes me hungry. Is that weird?
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