Page 21

20

NAVY

“Fuck him if he doesn’t see how special you are…”

Is. He. For. Real?

Yeah, because I would take romantic advice from someone like you, Bodhi St. James.

Mentally insane…cocksucker.

Jesus, I’m so angry I’m shaking.

After leaving the guys by the hot tub, I went upstairs to prepare for my date. The closer I got to the privacy of my own space, the angrier I became. Bodhi has a lot of nerve to try and convince me I’m worthy and any man would be lucky to date me.

He wrote the fucking book on screwing things up with a woman.

Entering my room, I slam my door with force. I know they can’t hear me from outside, but I feel better to let a spurt of frustration out on the heavy piece of wood. Maybe I’m being petty, but I’m exhausted from men trying to tell me what I do and do not deserve—especially leaving the mouth of the culprit to my hurt.

Bodhi made his choice, and I wasn’t it. He doesn’t get to act like he knows me and what kind of man I should be seeing.

Thank you, Bodhi, for reminding me of your colossal fuckup, making me even more excited for this date tonight with Briggs.

Because my brain is my own worst enemy, that’s not the only thing about the conversation at the hot tub that struck a nerve.

The side of me that has cared for Bodhi feels deeply moved by his mother’s preference for marigolds. I didn’t know that. It feels like a coincidence or some divine force intervening in that decision.

I’m glad he loves them, but I’m too mad at him to think further about it.

All I know right now is that I need to look hot as hell for this date tonight and show Bodhi St. James what he’s missing.

It’s time to make some noise.