I stretched and checked my phone for messages. There was one from Cerice.

I dealt with him in a mature way,

just for you.


I smiled and text her telling her I loved her and that I was proud of her. Then I got up and got ready to go to work. The sound of post coming through my door stopped me eating my breakfast, and I went to look through it. There were bills, a magazine, and then a big envelope. Hmmm, what's this? I slit it open and pulled out the contents. Photos.

Cerice, entering a room. Cerice leaving a room and an almost naked Sam in the background. He had obviously just had sex.

My heart stopped.

"Um, hi. It's Sasha. I'm not feeling so well. I don't think I can come in today."

"Alright. Do you have cover and lessons plans?"

"There are all my lesson plans on my desk for a week. I shouldn't be out that long."

"Thanks Sasha."

Then I let the tears fall.

She didn't hate Sam. She liked him. She was sleeping with him. She was playing me. She was .... she...


As the sun set I was sitting in the cafe drinking a coke. Everything seemed too happy, too bright. My eyes felt sore from crying.

"Hey there. Feeling less tired? Because I was thinking we should go to your house." I felt her arms round my waist, but instead of feeling comforting, it felt constricting.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather go to Sam's room?"

"Sam's room?"

"Yeah. I can't be as good as him in bed." I shoved the photos across to her then left the cafe. I'd reached the car when Cerice ran after me.

"Sasha, you're wrong! You don't understand!"

"Oh, I think I understand perfectly. Just leave me alone Cerice. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to even look at you. You're just... you're just like Amber." I jumped in the car, slammed the door and drove home.

I thought she was special.

The End

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