When I showed up at the Nugget two days later(after spending the night with my ex boyfriend), I was approached immediately by none other than my attention needing boy toy. His face held an all too familiar expression as he said,

" We need to talk, alone." I suppressed a giggle as he said it. Surely he didn't think I actually cared if he dumped me.
" Well, the thing is..you and me...we just don't.." he began, stumbling through his words in an apologetic fashion.

" Stop." I said, " You're in love with Stacy, right?" I tried to tell my fast beating heart to quiet down, to put a stop to the tap dance it was doing in my rib cage. Stacy was an even bigger whore than I was, and the vengeful part of my soul took glee in this.

His face was nothing but relief, I had obviously pressed right upon the subject. We hugged, and he laughed in a brotherly way before saying, " Why are you so cool with this?I thought Jay was your friend."

As an enormous, insanely obvious smile crossed my face, I knew I had been caught. It was too late to turn around now, his shocked eyes were already plotting my destruction. Soon the whole town would know who I was in love with, and my pathetic tale of woe would be released.