Note Seven
From: Terrence <3 To: Cora Roberts
Hey babe, love you.
Sent: 8/1 12:34 a.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Terrence <3
Love you more <3 Come over? <3 <3
Sent: 8/1 12:34 a.m.
From: Terrence <3 To: Cora Roberts
Um, how? lol
Sent: 8/1 12:36 a.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Terrence <3
Like Romeo. Because you're my Romeo. <3
Sent: 8/1 12:36 a.m.
The messages disappear as I deleted it along with twenty other similiar texts, lying in bed with my puppy, Savannah. My eyes were a little watery, as they had been every time I thought about my ex-boyfriend and the way he had betrayed me, but blinked vigorously so none of the tears would fall.
From: Terrence <3 To: Cora Roberts
Babe, don't be mad. Maddie's full of shit.
Sent: 8/9 7:56 p.m.
From: Terrence <3 To: Cora Roberts
Cora? Babe? You don't beliv her wen she says she slept w/ me?
Sent: 8/9 8:01 p.m.
From: Terrence <3 To: Cora Roberts
Babe, don't leav me. Babe, pleaz? I LOVE YOU!!!
Sent: 8/9 9:54 p.m.
From Terrence <3 To: Cora Roberts
I'm falling TO PIEceS!! Without chu! Ooh wHOOoo! Pieces! Yeah! PIEEECCES. PEEE........AO45863
Sent: 8/10 12:21 a.m.
From: Terrence <3 To: Cora Roberts
BABEE U LITE UP MY WORLDSW LIK NO BODY.FKGT31294bknei9oeE
Sent: 8/10 2:09 a.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Terrence
Listen, stop talking about other girls because I know for a fact, I no longer 'LITE UP UR WORLDSW LIK NO BODY'. Go screw Maddie. And stop screwing with me. I heard the rumors. And I heard it from a bunch of your friends. You can't lie to me anymore.
Sent: 8/10 6:53 a.m.
They all went down the virtual trash can, erased from my phone, and soon my memory, as I let my phone drop besides me on the bed. Jacklyn had gone home thirty minutes ago, and here I was, wallowing in my sorrow and staring at old text messages gloomily.
Grabbing my phone again and scrolling through my contacts until I got to him, I hesitated, then clicked delete. I should have done it two weeks earlier when I found out that he had cheated on me, but never had the guts to the do so.
Scowling at the screen, I wondered how on earth I was supposed to give dating advice on a bathroom stall door when my own life was so messed up.
Maybe the receipients of my replies needed to take it with a grain of salt. Or as trash, like the stuff that went down the toilets everyday, and how I felt at this moment. Like shit.
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The Bathroom Stall
Short StoryA short story of an abandoned bathroom stall door giving desperate, heartbroken girls relationship advice, hot guys incorrectly trying to woo hearts, a stupid dare in action, and irrationality ruling the minds of every character.